it has something to tell you
and always something to reveal
it is NOT to BE killed
listen to it
Funny thing to write about, listening to pain, but there you go. Sometimes the lessons come in strange wrapping.
I had a day with it yesterday. NOT at the start. No, it waited. And suddenly THERE it was!! In a blink. Unexpected and intense.
Pain is a friend. I’ve had to make it one. Otherwise I’d have spent my Life running ahead of myself and BEing stretched to a point where I was NOT useful. Even capable.
When I listen to pain I often hear secrets. Its whispers and insights are quiet, pretty much under the radar. I think this is from all the Time I spent “killing” pain. Or stuffing it down so deep, under so much that really only kept me from experiencing anything else, too.
In another stretch I thought my job was to endure pain. To feel it, to have it, to accommodate it, yes, but silently.
When I first tried to lean into pain and listen to it, all I could hear was gibberish. I would get frustrated quickly and then just kill it to endure it.
Now I invite it to sit. To BE. And I listen.
I love you, Currie