Read for free on Substack! It called to me as I stood in the open area between the old granary and the barn. A nondescript stone that could easily fit in the palm of my hand. It told me that it had been there from the beginning, had witnessed it all. This is my first trip back to the family homestead in over 10 years. A most perfect niche of nature’s creation situated to give an unencumbered view of the Grand Tetons from the Idaho side. Juxtaposed with this grandeur are my hellacious memories of this place which encompassed some of the sexual abuse I endured in my childhood. During that absent decade, I had endeavored to heal: Heavy-duty weekly psychotherapy sessions, energy healing, and creating a safer existence for myself. This ongoing journey has at last brought me to some clarity and inner peace. But to return to the farm? Never! But my inner wise voice told me that in order to complete my healing in regard to this matter, I would need to go back and face my final wall of fear. My...