The Abandonment Wound

The abandonment wound is something shared by many of us. If we experienced death or separation from a parent in childhood, this may be especially potent for us, but I feel all children on earth experienced wounding at some stage around loss of connection to our cosmic parents and origin.

This is a song I wrote a very long time ago giving expression to the experiences I had in childhood in relation to my father. He is a kind man, but circumstances being what they were, there was an experience of having been forsaken and forgotten, left behind. The relationship left a certain kind of effect on my being, a topic I’m sure my particular soul constellation chose to work with on purpose, for all of us and for my Self.

This one goes out to any of us daughters and suns with “daddy issues”.

The recording comes from my time with the Interludes, a sweet collection of players with whom I shared some musical time in the mid 2000s.

Thanks to you each, Jamie, Sami Jo, Ken.

My Invitation to You:

Give voice to any of your experiences related to the rich, fertile topic of abandonment, possibly connected to claiming, being a child, being left behind, coming back to get yourself. Through art in any channel, or a dark-hearted song of your own.

With love.

Lyrics

I missed you for most of my life

I kissed your shirt

I heard you kiss your wife

I never won

I never kissed your wife

I forgot what you looked like one day

You rolled down your window,

you parked in the shade

I didn’t like the moustache

or the glasses that darkened outdoors

You looked like a strange man

You looked like a stranger

Ah ah ah. Uh huh, uh huh

You wrote me every couple of weeks the first few months

You wrote me every couple of months, the first few years

You wrote me every couple of years the first ten years

You called on my birthday, you called on my birthday

Ah ah ah. Uh huh, uh huh

Thanks for reading, beloved

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Thumbnail image respectfully borrowed from The Wonderful Things You Will Be, by Emily Winfield Martin.