Tag: healed

September 9, 2022

bleed

I wasn’t the one who stabbed you and yet here I am bleeding from your reactions – intended for another.

How many times have we received hurtful words and/or actions but we knew it wasn’t intended for us? How many times have we done that to others…in a most unkind manner, hurl every negative knowing full well that the recipient isn’t deserving of it?

I’ve had so much trash dumped on me (sometimes repeatedly by the same group of people). I’ve been the recipient of some terribly hurtful words and actions.

What’s helped me in some excruciating times is remembering (or later recognizing) that just because something is sent my way doesn’t mean I need to keep it. I can discard.

How we discard varies – therapy, support groups, deep breaths, grounding techniques, meditation, exercise, drawing, doodling, coloring, singing, dancing, knitting, sewing, writing, time with those who are safe, alone time, walks, jogs, runs, time in nature, camping, glamping, massages, karaoke, swimming, sports (watching or playing), movies, shows, traveling…I’m stopping here, but there’s so much more!

I AM healed and I AM ever-healing. It’s both-and!

I remain committed to self-care and soul-care so that I can continue to distinguish/discern what’s valuable then discard as needed and devote energy to all that is to be developed.

I’ve been unkind to others, but sometimes there are people who are nothing but negative. May I encourage us to give space/room to all that is deserving of our energy.

How do we know who/what is deserving of our energy?

Is it authentic, honorable, admirable, beautiful, respectful, pure, holy, merciful and kind? If not, I need not give it my energy. That’s loosely based on Verse Eight from Chapter Four of the Book of Philippians in The Holy Bible.

We’re in this together, fellow human and friend!

Common Day Hero: You are treasured beyond words. I see you now/still in that copper-tone kurtha set. You are adorable and have such a sweet nature. I know your grandfathers are enjoying all the time with you. I will forever think of you when I see/smell lemons ~ colorful, vibrant, full of zest, tart, sweet, refreshing. I love you, Israel Grant. Today, I dedicate this post to you.

November 5, 2021

buried

I’ve been thinking about a verse from childhood…Verse twenty-four of Chapter twelve from the Book of St. John in The Holy Bible says, unless a seed/kernel of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it produces much grain ~

I was completely caught off guard.

I thought we were friends (at the very least)…I believed mutual respect and care were a part of that recipe.

I was stabbed…repeatedly…I’m talkiN verbally, emotionally, mentally, spiritually…

I was then buried alive.

I couldn’t breathe.

In the dark, I kept silent, at first because I was in shock. Then, I began screaming for someone…anyone and slowly the darkness became darker (didn’t think that was possible).

Others joined you, to add more dirt (some of the others who joined in added more shock and pain). I felt so betrayed.

I felt SO much pain…in every way…so.many.tears…my voice so hoarse from screaming…my body exhausted and aching as if I’d physically been beaten…

Time passed…seemed an eternity of darkness, then, suddenly, I broke open and that’s when realization came –

I AM a seed…

I needed to be buried…needed to be placed so far underground that I’d break open. Only then would I be able to fully receive the nourishment only Mother Earth could provide…and one day NEW life would spring forth!

Slowly, but surely, I RISE…what was intended to end me only REBIRTHED me…I AM HERE to stay!

I emerge now…new, healed, transformed and restored because I will bloom wherever I AM planted!

Same to you, dear heart! Push past the dirt…I AM in this with and for you…always!

Common Day Hero: I feel your presence here, with me. Some days, I have no words…just tears. I see you on streets of gold. I see you smiling and laughing…so full of joy. I know that you see, you know, you understand in a way that I don’t…yet. My heart is overflowing with love for you. Today, I dedicate this post to you, Zara Anjali Jane.

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