The mother wound screams with trauma and rage. From the messiness and complexities of being alive, a birth occurs. In life, we travel through layers of experience on earth, seeming to return to the same place, though it never is because we are constantly changing. When we live we create. This creation builds until it’s ready to break through from all confines. Freedom and liberation bring the arrival of wisdom. When we’ve disentangled ourselves from life’s complexities we rise above and then can soar.