Right now I am straddling three books. I mean, not literally. That would be weird. I was halfway through one book, and became interested in another, and at the airport the other day I was drawn to a third. Usually I am much more of a one book at a time kind of person, but I am getting a little something from each book…there are many pearls of wisdom to be harvested.
One of the books is a book of poetry called “the sun and her flowers” by Rupi Kaur. Her work is full of beauty and pain. She writes about love and loss, abuse, the struggles of her immigrant parents, feminism, and her mother’s selfless love. Actually, I just read the entire book just now. I was riveted. I’ve dog-eared many pages.
As you (well) know I have been on an emotional rollercoaster this year. Right now I feel a bit up, but I still have my seat belt fastened tightly. I’ve learned that healing from grief and loss is not linear. That would be true under any circumstances, but it is surely exacerbated by witnessing my mother’s current fight for her own life.
Rupi Kaur’s poetry…so much of it speaks to me. There are so many worth reading, but for you, today…I wanted to share this one –
i woke up thinking the work was done
i would not have to practice today
how naive to think healing was that easy
when there is no end point
no finish line to cross
healing is every day work
I love the use of the word “practice”. That’s what it is, really. None of us knows exactly how to heal ourselves…especially when we realize that things which may have worked well one day may not help at all the next. We try different things. We learn. We adjust.
We practice every day.
It is every day work.