Follow Grace through the Garden Gate
"Time heals all wounds."
I believe this phrase has been flung as a way to feel better about the advice that you offer others in need. Our own guilt is salved as their grief is checked off the list against our own agendas. Time only heals when the person is actively pursuing healing. Time does not hold a position of authority over the grief process. Time is relative to the person experiencing the loss: a death of a dream, a hope, a person, can effect a persons entire ability to function.
What does heal all wounds, if not time? There is no quick or easy answer, for to truly heal all wounds one must address the needs that each wound needs to heal. Just as a doctor prescribes differing ointments for a skin rash versus a skin burn, just because the pains are similar does not mean the healing method will be exactly the same.
The wounds of trauma tend to remain in a very present functioning as if the victim re-experiences the horror of the event over again and again in a viscous cycle of triggers, nightmares, flashbacks, disassociation. The episodes are followed around by a lack of self-worth, self-control, and shame. Deeper shame than any human being can imagine cloaks on so many individuals' shoulders. The weight on some people is visible to a trained eye.
This type of wound does not heal with a daily regimen of applying anointment. This type can involve major surgery with a high risk for complications along the way.
This is how my own self-perception functions and why it has taken me so long to take back my health. I have been going through major surgery and am now working with the PT required to walk again. I seemingly can now tackle the complicated web of lies, deceptions, and insecurities attached to my body.
The real Kicker, is that this process TAKES TIME, as all processes do involve this form of measurement. More integral to my healing was witnessing GRACE envelope me in the process.
I did not flip a switch one day and decide to change directions, grace beckoned me softly to follow to a garden of serenity and peace. Most days I would follow grace to the garden and look longingly trough the gate, because I had to leave my cloak of shame behind to enter. Some braver days I would enter leaving my cloak for an afternoon to enter the sacred space of beauty, then I would return to the outer wall lifting my cloak to my back. There was security in my shame, without it I felt unsure and exposed.
Exposed to beauty in its purest form, yet feeling unworthy of the uncertainty of freedom.
Time can't heal all wounds, but beauty and grace can touch your wounds to cause a new growth.
Will you cross the gate and stay there? This is my goal. I'd like for you to join me.
THE CHOICE IS YOURS.
I believe this phrase has been flung as a way to feel better about the advice that you offer others in need. Our own guilt is salved as their grief is checked off the list against our own agendas. Time only heals when the person is actively pursuing healing. Time does not hold a position of authority over the grief process. Time is relative to the person experiencing the loss: a death of a dream, a hope, a person, can effect a persons entire ability to function.
What does heal all wounds, if not time? There is no quick or easy answer, for to truly heal all wounds one must address the needs that each wound needs to heal. Just as a doctor prescribes differing ointments for a skin rash versus a skin burn, just because the pains are similar does not mean the healing method will be exactly the same.
The wounds of trauma tend to remain in a very present functioning as if the victim re-experiences the horror of the event over again and again in a viscous cycle of triggers, nightmares, flashbacks, disassociation. The episodes are followed around by a lack of self-worth, self-control, and shame. Deeper shame than any human being can imagine cloaks on so many individuals' shoulders. The weight on some people is visible to a trained eye.
This type of wound does not heal with a daily regimen of applying anointment. This type can involve major surgery with a high risk for complications along the way.
This is how my own self-perception functions and why it has taken me so long to take back my health. I have been going through major surgery and am now working with the PT required to walk again. I seemingly can now tackle the complicated web of lies, deceptions, and insecurities attached to my body.
The real Kicker, is that this process TAKES TIME, as all processes do involve this form of measurement. More integral to my healing was witnessing GRACE envelope me in the process.
I did not flip a switch one day and decide to change directions, grace beckoned me softly to follow to a garden of serenity and peace. Most days I would follow grace to the garden and look longingly trough the gate, because I had to leave my cloak of shame behind to enter. Some braver days I would enter leaving my cloak for an afternoon to enter the sacred space of beauty, then I would return to the outer wall lifting my cloak to my back. There was security in my shame, without it I felt unsure and exposed.
Exposed to beauty in its purest form, yet feeling unworthy of the uncertainty of freedom.
Time can't heal all wounds, but beauty and grace can touch your wounds to cause a new growth.
Will you cross the gate and stay there? This is my goal. I'd like for you to join me.
THE CHOICE IS YOURS.
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