Day 2, Wound.
To get to the healing, we have to notice we are wounded.
To treat the wound, we have to know what kind of medicine to apply, why, and how.
We have to listen to the wound to know what healing might be.
There may only be one entry point for this particular wound, but that doesn’t mean healing can’t happen from all angles, a holistic kind of presence that doesn’t turn away from every corner, every crevice, every spot, moment, and time that the piercing made it more difficult to show up when things hurt the most. When the wound is ready to finally break open, scar over, and heal, we turn our faces back to that entry point and give thanks that healing doesn't happen just like this or like this, but happens the way you turn that same face toward the sun and receive his light, the way you become illuminated--scars, stories, and all.



Wounds
When my pulse begins to rise
And my breath begins to vibrate
And the tenor of my speech gets hot
Making me feel wound up tighter than a top
I marvel at Grace as it once again steps in
And with a fingertip gently unwinds my hurting heart.
wound
come in close, listen
even in the deepest hurt
stardust hums in your bones
this wound is not
the end, you have imagined
yourself into being
countless times before
this wound is a portal :
imaginal
cells waking
transformation is
never easy, even
when you want it.
before this ache there was
a spark. bring it all
with you: the despair
the howling joy
weave a cord
of stardust and soil
feel the hum and roots
imagine, imagine
what love may grow