Healing

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Two weeks ago I chipped my heal bone doing a front flip and for the first week it was improving substantially each day but then last weekend I went a little bit overboard with activity (walking, dancing) and this week the healing seems to have plateaued.

So I began to ask myself – what is healing? How does it work? And how does the body heal?

It seemed like a fitting time to read the Yoga of Healing by Swami Radha again and as I begin to read a message rings out to me loud and clear.  Do not ask for a miracle, if you’re not willing to do your part.  Don’t ask for spiritual healing if you’re not willing to rest your foot, get enough sleep, eat well.

Bone healing takes calcium, rest.  And so this week I work from home to save the travel, take Friday off completely, use a cane, drink more smoothies.

Radha then goes onto describe the practices taught at Yasodhara Ashram as tools to aide healing.  Meditation, relaxation, pranayama, yoga.

And I remember that I know these tools, I have these tools.

And as I reflect on my injury, I can see it as a reminder to do what I already know is healthy for me.  To eat well, get enough sleep, rest, and make time for meditation and relaxation in my daily life.

And I wake up, again, to what I know.

Why do I write?

there are stories in my heart
they want to come out

I know not of them
until the pen hits the page
and the words lead the way
to a story

some pain unseen
some desire unexpressed
emerges
for the first time

into the light

without writing there would be no story
no understanding
there would not be the healing that comes with sharing

the power of being heard
truth-telling for the first time

without writing
there would be no hope
no ideas coalescing
dancing together
creating something
fresh

without writing
life would be dull
colourless
unseen
un-understood
veiled by tragedy of never stepping back
and looking
at the world.

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Goldfish

I go to the pond to sit
but they’re gone
taken away

the pond feels like a ghost town
where did they go?

my heart is broken
crushed
abandoned
what now?
I keep walking
and sit at the edge of a cliff
over looking the lake

there is stillness here
and I know
that my heart
will heal.

 

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In the Name of Hair

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He winks at me and I cut it all off
brusquely
I am not who you think I am
I am not some submissive human
who will cook you the perfect breakfast
and then walk with you arm and arm in the park
I am not your trophy

I cut it all off and swear off
men like him

I meet another
who likes my short hair
but I cut it all off anyways
he is wrong
he is not perfect
he is

and I am dropped
plummeting
land
bruised
black and blue

i get up and keep running
and I couldn’t see the bruises then
I can now

and there is a heaviness in my heart
why so hard?
and so unseeing?
why so?

now I pause
as I lie on the ground
and breathe into the pain

I am hurt

I get up
holding my bruised heart
and carefully
step forward.
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