Turn your wounds into wisdom. ~ Oprah Winfrey
Wounds hurt, whether they are spiritual, mental, emotional or physical wounds and it takes time to heal them. Not all wounds are alike and the same type of wound on one of us can heal faster on one than on another with no clear rhyme nor reason. It just happens that way. You can help your wounds to heal faster and better when you choose to connect with yourself and with others.
I’ve been wounded. I don’t think there’s anyone who has escaped being wounded in one form or another. Sometimes the wounds are small and at others, they are gaping holes in our psyche. But what do you do when you’re wounded?
For me, I’ve turned my wounds into wisdom as Oprah so aptly puts it. I’ve reached out to connect with my soul family and I’ve looked inward while the stillness in my heart, soul and mind searched for my dimmed heartlight. I embraced my wounds, bandaging the gushers until the flow of sadness ebbed and I could take a moment for observation at the entire scenario of my life. When I was ready, I was able to look at my wound with a fresh perspective.
And I chose to heal.
Honestly, I am not fully healed. I am somewhere walking on life’s path, neither in the light nor the darkness of negativity. I’m in the grey area of healing. But I am here, choosing to face the light and turn my back on the abyss. The wounds prickle and tingle as they heal and sometimes are freshly poked, causing more wisdom to flow as I re-bandage the sores. The shallow ones heal as lessons are learned. The deeper wounds remain, but I do not allow them to be infected with negativity. I draw out the venom when needed so that the cuts stay clean and the opportunity for healing compassion remains alive and well.
It’s a process. It’s slow at times and at others, I feel the impact of miraculous healing. But the wisdom I’ve extracted from my wounds has been a priceless gift, one that I don’t recommend enduring, but I am willing to share my wisdom from it. It has been enlightening. It has been memorable. It has been a gift that I never wanted, but I was taught to never look a gift horse in the mouth, so I did the best I could to accept the gift with the gentleness of a compassionate heartlit soul.
And so my heartlight shines on…and I am ever grateful.