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Love without shadows

Sometimes, in love, we encounter invisible walls. We love, but feel alone. We yearn for closeness, but when someone gets too close, we run away. And sometimes, we wait for love that never comes—as if we’re invisible to those whose hearts we call out to the loudest.


Why? Why do we always return to the same patterns, the same pains, the same unexplainable distances? What if it’s not just about us? What if there’s a story within us that started long before we were born?


Realitu nepoznávame priamo, ale prostredníctvom významov, ktoré jej pripisujeme.
Family constellations reveal the silent forces that shape our relationships

Family constellations reveal the silent forces that shape our relationships. Maybe we carry the pain of our mother, who was never truly loved. Maybe we carry the grief of our grandfather, who lost his love in the war and never came back. Maybe we walk through life with an emptiness that doesn't belong to us but to a woman in our lineage whose child was taken from her, and her heart was frozen forever.


And so, we live out stories we don't understand. We love people who don’t see us. We reject those who truly want to love us. We seek safety where it was never there. And often, we don’t even realize that these silent forces pull us into places where pain hasn’t been released yet.


When we allow ourselves to enter a constellation, the world pauses for a moment. Suddenly, we see that our lonely heart belongs to the woman who silently mourned a man who never returned home. We see that our fear of love belongs to a child who lost their mother. And in that moment—in that deep, unspoken realization—something inside us lets go.


Love is a return. A return to ourselves, to our roots, to our heart. It’s not about finding someone who completes us. It’s about understanding what shaped us. And when we understand that—when we see those who stand behind us, who live within us and breathe through us—we can finally be free.


And to love again. Truly. Fully. Without shadows.


Alexandra Alexander

 
 
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