time and telling
Time doesn’t heal all.
It’s the telling of tales from our time that heals.
It’s letting the time pass.
That’s the cure. You survive the days. You cry and wallow and lament and scratch your way back up through the months. You scream. You break down.
You let it be unfair and wrong. Inhuman and unjust until it slowly just becomes... it becomes what happened.
Without edge. Fight. Wiggling away. The story dissolves and the truth remains. When this happens. When it all begins to fade. When you do the work to integrate, to make sense, to surrender without barbaric resistance you will one day find yourself - maybe when you are alone on a beach in the sun.
Wherever it happens... please know you will find you again.
You may close your eyes and lean your head back and for the first time in forever you may feel that you know you are okay. That despite all of the grief, loss, pain, anguish, despair, mess... that you are okay. You are okay with it all. That you may actually be better for being so broken open. For being so open to both love and pain.... that maybe just maybe... how the pain changed you and carved you into a person you are proud to be means that every unbearable moment of suffering has meaning...
Was maybe, just maybe... worth it?
Love AJ (a human just like you).