The sorrow we sit
with may have no solution. The loss that we lived through may have no bow, no
wrap, no box to be placed in. The most unimaginable events of our lives come
without answers. They ask to be witnessed but offer no promise of spectacular
resolve, just a quiet deepening of our relationship with ourselves over time.
Sometimes with the most painful process there is a steady learning of how to be
with it, refusing to leave yourself because of it.
Those things
untenable that have happened to us, has already happened. This we must accept. Their
meanings have to be detangled from our sense of self and worth, but the imprint
they have made upon us is unchangeable. Their impact is undeniable. The act of
acknowledging them is a gateway to a new relationship with what pains us, a
gateway that hopefully leads to blessings greater than the harm done to us.
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