I previously reported that a grief-related pain has plagued me for months (and months). Why won’t it go away? What’s its purpose? What will it take to breathe again without hindrance?
Skipping the intimate details, I am delighted to say that the pain has dissolved. For this to happen I had to dive to its centre, to meet it head-on, to go to the physical place and face certain people. Practicing against the grain, ancient teachers call this: doing that which the scared self fears the most. Instead of staying in hiding, I exposed my/self to the abyss of pain. I realize that it took as long as it took, that it couldn’t be rushed. Perhaps some suffering is necessary for clarity and joy to be revealed.
Metaphors abound: My heart feel as if a weight has been lifted. Ice has melted. Scabs have been removed and a festering wound expertly cleaned. Obstacles are not in the way of spiritual awareness, they are the way. As May Sarton writes:
Help us to be the always hopeful
Gardeners of the spirit
Who know that without darkness
Nothing comes to birth
As without light