WOUNDS

The temperatures and the leaves are changing, y’all ready for a new season? 

I did an unexpected but beautiful 55 minute voice journal today that prompted me to send this letter. 

I was thinking about wounds. You know, some really jarring shit has to happen for us to be bust wide open to a full blown exposed wound. A cut. A slicing of the skin. It’s painful, it hurts like hell. It’s almost all we can think about because it’s so uncomfortable. It overtakes our mind, our body, our world. Imagine instead of trying to nurture and heal it, you just keep thinking about how it happened and why it happened and who caused it. The wound is just there, open and exposed with no care. You abandon it. And along the way the subconscious love of your own body and God starts to slowly heal it, but you keep making choices and decisions that open it back up and infect it. It’s an ongoing cycle. 

Then, something divine helps you finally make the conscious decision to close the wound, little by little. You crave the healing and the peace of it not being active anymore. You shift the focus from crafting the perfect explanation and justification of what caused it, you don’t even care about that anymore. You forgive yourself for abandoning yourself for so long. You just want the freedom of not having this painful, active, open wound. 

And finally, it’s a scar. It doesn’t hurt. The memory of that chapter doesn’t trigger you. It’s just there, now a part of you and you can smile at it. You remember glimpses of your power and your self love. It’s not even about surviving it, it’s about the beautiful growth that happened. You learned hard lessons that will prevent you from letting something cut you that deep again. It reminds you not to abandon your own healing. It’s now a beautiful piece of you. 

So three things: 

Active open wounds… how are you contributing to their healing right now? I promise you, you can really blink and it’s 2, 5, 10 years of a festering all-consuming nasty and painful wound. Don’t get immune to pain, my love. Don’t let it be a regular and accepted part of your beautiful years of life. 

Scars… appreciate them. Smile at them. What wonderful evidence of you loving yourself to a healed place. 

And lastly, open up… start talking, start writing. Start releasing. You never know when God is going to speak to you, through you. From you to you. 

Blessings to your fall. Until the next time I have something purposeful to say. Much love. 

SHANI