Today, Molly is clarifying her desires and it took a conversation with her husband to find out what got crossed…
Molly had always thought of boundaries as something people put up to keep people out. Walls. Rules. Personal space. Don’t touch my stuff. Don’t cross the line.
Very human. Very restrictive. Very please respect my boundary… while I simultaneously wonder if I’m being unreasonable for having one.
But then she started looking at Earth.
Earth has boundaries everywhere.
Rivers have banks. Oceans have shores. Mountains have edges. Continents eventually become something else. The atmosphere marks a rather important line between Earth and space.
Even animals have territories. And nobody looks at a lion and thinks, How unfortunate that the lion has such poor boundary issues.
The boundary is what allows the ocean to be the ocean and the land to be land.
…And a lion to be a lion.
Molly began to wonder if she had misunderstood the whole concept. Maybe a boundary isn’t the opposite of connection. Maybe a boundary is what makes connection possible.
There is me. There is you. There is where I end and where you begin. And somehow, there can still be relationship between those two places.
This became particularly interesting because Molly’s fear (read more about that here - Safety) wasn’t really about being judged in general. She can put strange things on the internet and call them art. She can draw Recursive Mind Maps of time and astrology and explain ideas that would make a perfectly reasonable person reach for a snack and a quiet room.
No. The Safety issue was much more specific. It had a hidden fear…
She was afraid of being seen while defending a boundary.
Afraid that someone might see her become emotional, angry, loud, or overwhelmed and decide that she was a crazy bitch. And there it was. The old wound.
The fear that if Molly expressed a boundary strongly enough, she might become the problem. But perhaps this was the boundary she needed to reconsider. Other people are allowed to misunderstand her. They are allowed to have opinions.
They are allowed to think she’s too much…
What they are not entitled to is deciding where Molly ends.
That belongs to Molly.
And perhaps that is part of clarifying her purpose for this incarnation: learning how to inhabit the limited space of this particular life without apologizing for having an edge.
Because this life has a boundary, too.
It begins.
It ends.
…And somewhere between those two points, Molly intends to live.
Maybe the question isn’t how to eliminate the fear and defend the boundaries.
Maybe it’s learning which ones are natural, which ones are necessary, and which ones were handed to her by people who never had the right to define her in the first place.
Maybe “boundary” is more interesting when Molly hears the word bound inside it. She is bound to this body, bound to this Earth, bound to this particular stretch of time. Perhaps the boundaries of an incarnation aren't limitations at all, but the very space in which a soul gets to experience life and spend time on Earth.
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This is beautifully written and empowering. A boundary not as a defense or protection, but a fullness of owning and honoring your space in this physical form .