Don’t turn away. Keep your gaze on the bandaged place. That’s where the light enters you. Rumi
I have a bandaged place. I bet you do too.
Mine is new and very painful. My son died not too long ago, and that wound is kept under wraps by a bandage of activity, mindfulness, healing talks over tea with friends and lots and lots of nurturing of body and spirit.
But the wound is there. I know it’s there, and I acknowledge it every moment of every day. Even amid the activity and love of friends, my gaze is fixed in its direction.
I know that grace enters through that wound and so my gaze is fixed and steady. I am waiting.
I experience fleeting glimpses of that radiant light of peace and tranquility. Its hue is deep and clear and full-bodied. It shows its face when friends are offering comfort, but exhibit signs of uneasiness and can’t quite make contact with my soul. I know they are trying hard, and so through grace I am offered the opportunity to ease them into my world of pain. And, I am happy to do so.
I feel the healing taking place. I can drive by the accident spot, with only a momentary wince to the soul. Every day it is easier. I can see the spring green around me and give thanks that the winter has receded. I can remember that at one time, I was happy and carefree and alive and full spirited. And deep within my soul I know that the day will come when the light enters and heals my wound.
IT has begun to penetrate, and I am patiently waiting.