Conversations with scars

I believe that water heals and cleanses my scars.
I have a scar in my gut aching me. I am usually lead by gut feelings so the ache is hard to shake.
Almost four years ago I was cut open in an emergency C section so
my daughter could be born healthy.
At times of distress this scar often talks to me.
In a recent shower we had an enlightening conversation.
But first an update...

we pack up she cleans her house

I have been silent for a week.
I needed to be alone with my own thoughts.
The walls were closing in on me ... with the more boxes we stacked the more I got lost.

Much like Artax sinking into the sea of sadness, I could no longer hear Atreyu.
I started to get ill, getting aches is strange places and just wanted to sleep and sleep.
The king who knows me best said "mom, you don't look like you".
I said " I feel this house is sad because it knows I'm leaving. It reminded me of that movie
where the store gets dark and sad because it knows the owner is leaving."
My mind could only think in movie references.
I just balled... and then I remembered my favorite quote from that movie..
" 37 seconds...we breathe. We pulse. We regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our minds create.
Our souls ingest. 37 seconds, well used is a lifetime."
I cried now like a warrior knowing the reasons I was here.

my goofy kid

In that shower epiphany I asked my scar why it aches.
My scar opened its lips and answered ... "remember your pain here and how you healed."
How much pain was housed here and the suffering I endured.
I was cut open, my guts were violated...but every time I held my daughter to nurse
she healed my scar like this water heals me.
This home being gutted and stripped and boxed was making me feel the same.
My children healed me again with their sense of adventure for every day
and not being phased by the chaos but just making the most of it.

the princess in her castle of boxes

I always listen to my gut, so this scar will always speak to me and I will listen.
My gut has spoken of nervous butterflies, being in love, sneaking suspicions,
female intuitions, crazy impulses...and a sixth sense to know when I have lost my moxie.

In exactly a week from today a pod will be here to carry all our belongings to our new home.

Need a visual of what they are?... here it is.

Internet permitting I hope to post my travels and the new home.

Tell me what do your scars tell you?
What do you do when you lose your moxie?