“The wound is the place where the light enters you.” -Rumi
I woke up today thinking about tectonic plates. My sleep was shallow and restless and I had hazy dreamy thoughts about how, when pressure builds beneath the earth’s surface, something has to give – whether it’s in the form of an earthquake, volcano eruption, or something else. These eruptions are big and scary and loud. They can be terrifying for the inhabitants of nearby cities as the ground quakes and heaves beneath them, sometimes causing quite a bit of damage in their wake.
But you know what else they are? Necessary.
Beneath the earth’s surface there is heat and energy, constantly shifting, moving, and flowing beneath the asthenosphere. Friction builds over time and the pressure must eventually be relieved. We don’t question it; we don’t define it as ‘good’ or ‘bad.’ It just is. Acceptance.
We, too, are made up of heat and energy (along with our own unique human systems and physiology). We, too, have pressure that builds over time and eventually needs to be released. But – we tend to fool ourselves about it in our ego’s quest for perfection.
How do we ignore it? We ignore our intuition. We choke back our tears. We swallow our anger and disappointment and turn it inward. We preoccupy and distract ourselves and talk ourselves out of how we feel. The wounds are still there, but instead of allowing them to be the place where the light enters us, we fold in on ourselves and bury them down deep. We deny their existence because acknowledging them would hurt, and we fear that discomfort. I see these buried wounds within us as dark red and purple bruises. They are internal injuries that have no chance to heal because they are never brought to the light.
I’ve begun to realize that while, yes, acknowledging these wounds – saying, ‘I AM HURT/ANGRY/SCARED/ LONELY/ANXIOUS/DEPRESSED/UNCOMFORTABLE’ – does in fact smart, denying my Truth hurts far worse and for much longer.
I’m learning how to reach into myself with love and kindness and gently lift these wounds, one by one, acknowledging them and bringing them lovingly into the light. And when I do this, I am able to rest in the knowledge that I have been here before. Because we are all connected, I know that I am not alone. I am comforted by the knowledge that there are others, past and present, who know exactly how my pain feels. I inhale and breathe in their sorrow with mine, and I exhale and release it all back into the Universe, trusting in its infinite wisdom, trusting in my Self.
My wounds ARE where the light enters me. We all have tender places that ache when we touch them. We all have battle scars. We all have pressure that needs to be released. You, like me, have a choice: lock those vulnerable places up tight and pretend they don’t exist until the pressure consumes us…or, gently reach inward and allow them to be bathed in the healing light that surrounds us all. We Are One.