If you have no wound, you have no medicine. All healers must be wounded because that is where the medicine is: at the heart of the pain. Ye who are happy-go-lucky: perhaps you hold the space of future humanity, but you cannot reach the humanity of the present: The beautiful, sorrowful brokenness of whole-humanness. The wild and wonderful jungles of fear and wilderness that calls forth what has never existed before. The haunting, melodic melancholy of dark-side love stories and blazing light that left singe marks on the streets, and the rose petals we use to remember love.
Alison Nappi (via venuschild