Without wounding, the materials of the garden of the world—stone, clay, trees—are not transformed into building blocks, bricks and lumber. Without digging a foundation pit into the earth, a building cannot come into existence. Without these materials, healing places cannot be created. Nature's incomprehensible law is that for something to be born something must break apart. We mostly see the chasm left by the breaking as an empty hole. It is a hole, but it is not empty. It is filled with potential on the crest of being born.
To resist wounding increases suffering. To celebrate it is insane. But, we can step back and observe the forces of dissolution reveal hidden forms and relationships ready to come forth. We step forward and facilitate nature's mysterious process of ongoing birth, death and renewal. We can take the horror and disappointment of the primal wound and participate in its miracle of being the womb of renewal.