This word has been floating through my head for the past little while. Every time it passes through, I ask (myself? God? the Universe?) what exactly I need to reclaim. The answer is always the same: “Yourself”.
But which parts of myself, I wonder. My inner child? My shadows? My joyful spirit? My bubbly personality? My intellectual (read geeky) parts? My creative self? My spiritual powers? My confidence? My humility? On and on and on I ask. The answer is always the same: “Yes”.
There are so many pieces and parts to me that often feel as if they get displaced. They’re never quite lost to me, but they may get shoved aside or pushed into a corner for a while, until I feel the loss and the need to retrieve that neglected sliver of me. That process of recognition and retrieval has become easier as I’ve healed some wounds and cleared some trauma. It’s become easier to find the displaced aspects and dust them off, giving attention and honor to them once more.
Yet I wonder. Will there come a time when the act of displacement ceases? Or at least lessens? Is this the reclamation? The moment when I will be able to hold all aspects of myself in balance? When all pieces and parts aren’t seen and felt as separate, but as a fraction of the whole?
Maybe the reclamation goes further than that, outside of my view and perspective of myself. Maybe the reclamation will be my remembrance of the truth that we are all connected, that the pieces and parts of myself work in tandem with the pieces and parts of others. That the pieces and parts of all of us are really fractals of the whole. That we are all one. That there really is no separation between us at all, just an imperfect perspective. And someday we will have our vison fine-tuned. Someday we will see. Someday we will know, and we will reclaim ourselves, even as we reclaim each other, as we reclaim our identity as whole and complete.