As those who subscribe to my blog know, I have been reading The Temple of Shamanic Witchcraft and learning about shadow work. The Four Queens channel on YouTube has also been a help in this process. According to TOSW and other sources, shadow work is about searching for the things you have buried in the depth of your psyche, shining a light on them, and working with them to prevent them from taking over. Yesterday I read an article by a woman discussing her struggles related to one particular issue she has had. It dawned on me that I have been doing shadow work for a long time without knowing it by that name. For me, the shadow has not been stored away in a mental closet. The shadow was the house I lived in for many years. It was home despite my struggles there. Fanning a flame within that dark space was shadow work. Now the figurative house I live in has two levels. It has a basement where the shadow dwells, and a main floor resembling a sunroom. The door to the basement is usually open and I tend to find myself hanging out in that in-between area. The light shines upon me, illuminating half of me with a radiant glow. The other half of me is cast in a silhouette down that basement staircase. This should have been more obvious to me earlier due to my Persephone connection. I still have plenty to learn, but I am well aware of myself. Hopefully my studies will better equip me to deal with my issues. I read that a common trait among healers is that they have went through an intense initiation of suffering. This makes sense to me. How can a person help to heal others if that person does not know how to heal his or herself? Perhaps I am on the path of a healer. Perhaps the words I type throughout my many blog posts will help to heal at least one person. Perhaps the wisdom I acquire will help loved ones if they decide to seek guidance from me. I have long felt that I have a priestess soul. The journey is the process of strengthening her.