These scars from my belly tubes, four insertions to drain my lungs when they were full of infection, and a tracheotomy are sacred reminders to me of how when we’re too weak to eat, others can feed us, when we’re too sick or injured to move, others can take good care of us, when we’re too hurt to believe, others can believe for us, and so on. Isn’t it interesting how wounds can make us both more connected to others, and more whole and wholehearted within ourselves? Our failings, hurts, losses, and struggles are like windows into our being that lets the Light shine in, and heal, nourish, and enliven us from the inside out. When we allow them, our wounds make us more compassionate, understanding, and kind. As Henri Nouwen writes in “The Wounded Healer”:
Nobody escapes being wounded. We are all wounded people, whether physically, emotionally, mentally, or spiritually. The main question is not “How can we hide our wounds?” so we don’t have to be embarrassed, but “How can we put our woundedness in service of others?” When our wounds cease to be a source of shame, and become a source of healing, we have become wounded healers.
I feel like in this season of fears, reflection, unknown, and illness we’re becoming wounded healers together. Like the grinch, our hearts are collectively expanding in empathy, compassion, wisdom, and insight, as, while remaining apart, we grow ever-closer together! My wounds are arguably my most precious gifts, so I’m going to continue to do my best to help share their medicine, and would love for you to join me!
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