Several weeks ago, I was sorting a stack of papers at home when I came across this poem, one of my favorites. You never know what treasures you may come across when you de-clutter. As I re-read the poem, I was touched again by its poignancy and achingly beautiful imagery. I first came across this poem a few years ago when I was in the middle of recovering from a thorny health crisis. The poem was an excellent reminder that healing and recovery are processes that take time and challenge us to cultivate patience. Cultivating patience during the healing process can be tough. When we are not feeling well, we want to feel better as soon as possible. That is totally understandable, but when we hold onto that goal too tightly and fight against the time needed to recover, we inadvertently create tension in the body, which may hinder the healing process. There can be something very tender, freeing and even sacred about committing to the healing process and learning to accept where we are right now, even if it does not feel very good.
I offer this to any of you who are in the healing process, recovering from depression, job loss, anxiety, surgery, grief, trauma, cancer, addiction, or any other difficult life circumstance. May you embrace the sacrament of waiting and trust in the healing process, taking comfort in the knowledge that you are in the process of becoming whatever comes next in your life. As you move through this process, remember also that every living being goes through cycles of injury, healing, and thriving. May you know that you are not alone, always in good company with others who are healing.
With gratitude and care,