Layering is a way of hiding ones self. Of tucking the self of the self deep down in the soil of ones own body and mind. Where no one will find her not even herself. Its where the bear hibernates in its slumber while nature dies down and the cold sweeps itself upon the land.
And in the quiet sleeping love lays waiting for the day the parent self will remember the root and the branch of her life. But how can one remember that which is so repulsive. How does one awaken to the body and mind twisted tormented clamped down by force. How does one raise up above the soil and time only to find madness blinded by still more madness.
What does one do when scenes appear familiar and smells emerge to light the way of this path that no one wants to walk. It is said to be the silent path the path that one must walk alone that no one wants to walk at all. Its like the bird that has lost her wings barely hovering above ground. Its like soil without seed. No one grows up and out of the soil without first being forsaken by memories dancing upon the dreamers mind.
In this we will find true humility and grace as we will have walked the path back home faced our darkness found the seeds that the wise one offers and nurtured those seeds of hurt and despair and ushered them unto the light of day to sow still more seeds of love peace and joy.