Sometimes It Takes Time…

 In Reflections

“And so I wait. I wait for time to heal the pain and raise me to my feet once again—so that I can start a new path, my own path, the one that will make me whole again.” —Jack Canfield

Sometimes kindness, gentleness, and loving attentiveness are what we need after a traumatic experience. And what qualifies as traumatic to me may be very different than for you. 

If you find yourself pushing to “get on with it” after a recent loss, unexpected change, or fears arising from something you saw on the news, slowing down to be kind to yourself may be just what your body, mind, and spirit need to heal.

In the quote above, Jack Canfield speaks about waiting so a new path can emerge. We are the only ones who can know when it’s time to begin that new path or make an unplanned turn on the path we’re on. Whether it’s 5 minutes of silence today or weeks of pausing, we invite you ask yourself “is it time to start anew?”

May you find the patience to give yourself and loved ones the time to heal from any loss, no matter how small you think it is.

Time Will Heal

“Time will heal this. Give it time and space. Silence is the key to healing all.”
—Leinad Nehoe, Ph.D.

Photo courtesy of Julie Bowman, finding beauty in last week’s ice storm.

A Choice

“Trauma creates change you don’t choose. Healing is about creating change you do choose.”
―Michelle Rosenthal

A Thousand Mornings

Note: We’ve shared this beautiful Mary Oliver poem before, but it felt right for today’s theme. As we hold the possibility that morning brings, may we also hold in prayer all those suffering from the trauma of the earthquake in Turkey and Syria, those still without power here in Austin after last week’s ice storm, and anyone in need of hope.

All night my heart makes its way
however it can over the rough ground
of uncertainties, but only until night
meets and then is overwhelmed by
morning, the light deepening, the
wind easing and just waiting, as I
too wait (and when have I ever been
disappointed?) for redbird to sing.

—Mary Oliver, title poem in her poetry collection, A Thousand Mornings. (link takes you to review)

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