As much as we'd love it, healing is rarely a magic wand moment, a take up your mat and walk thing. Like the great whirligig of life itself, it's more of a messy, fumbling, blindly groping in the dark sort of thing (not that sort of grope in the dark...or then again, maybe..?!)
Sometimes healing looks like great torrents of snot and tears coursing down your lower face and making a gooey mess on your only clean jumper. Sometimes it's sitting in a slowly-darkening room and not quite having the energy to turn on the light. Sometimes it's lying awake at 4am thinking about something you wish you hadn't said 20 years ago. Sometimes it's not returning phone calls and listening to Hank Williams on repeat. You get the picture...it's not often pretty, or post-worthy, or in any way appealing. Sometimes it looks like the very last thing you'd want to do. And sometimes, if you're lucky, you end up doing it anyway because that bossy big sister, your Higher Self, pushes you off the Cliff of Comfort into the deep, dark Pool of Becoming.
And then 3 weeks, or 5 months or 2 years later, you find yourself looking at a bank of primroses with a happy little song in your heart and you realise, "Oh! I'm out the other side!"
What, you might rightly ask, is the point of this outpouring on the messy process of healing? Well, I suppose, just to say, if you're in that grim, dark place in the middle, where you've pulled things apart and you're not sure if you can put them back together, hang on in there, I know it doesn't look like it now but things will get brighter and clearer. And also, fair play to you for embarking on a healing journey. I thank you, everyone you encounter thanks you (or at least they should), the Earth thanks you. Because all that we are and all we do has untold effects on the world around us. And because every effort we make to kindle a little light and love within is a gift to the Earth, for we're a part of nature too.
Healing ourselves, healing the Earth, one messy day at a time. Yay, us!
(Need a little help with the healing process? Maybe there's something here or here that calls to you.)
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