Part of my spiritual journey has included shadow work. I dredged and, in the process, learned that – after the death of my mother and the end of a long relationship that I was holding all my love in a box – hoarding it because it was, “all the love that I had left”. Via the shadow work process, I learned to share love again – to allow myself to love and be loved. This realization had such an impact on my life that I painted my shadow in oversized dimensions to show just how much he had overwhelmed me. Gazing somewhat off to the side – he cannot look you in the eyes, embarrassed by what he deprived me of.