Coffee thoughts: Not enough coffee? Too much?
Thinking about all areas of life, and relationships, this morning:
It’s easier to lick my wounds - and keep them sore and tender
It’s harder to doctor them - and leave them alone to heal
It’s like a broken bone- it may need to be set back in place, or even have surgery to repair some of the damage- it will need to be casted, and even have that cast changed out
But, there is also a time of leaving it alone
- don’t continue to do surgery on it
- don’t continue to set it back in place
- don’t continue to put a cast on it, time after time after time
Leave it alone that it can rest and be healed
There may be time of rehab after the healing
- to regain the use of the area more completely
And it may always be a little tender if bumped,
Or painful when the weather changes.
It may always cause a gimp in using that area
It will never be as though the break had not happened
But after a time, there is healing
- even if it’s not the way we wanted it to be
- even if it’s not as quick as we thought it should be
- even if . . .
There comes a point of healing, of letting go
- letting go of the casts
- letting go of the bandages
- letting go of the medications used
There comes a time of learning to live with it
- the way it is NOW.
Life goes on
- the world doesn’t stop for my broken bone
. . . Or my broken heart.
I think sometimes we have to grieve almost as much for the letting go as we do for the actual break
- even if it is a different kind of grieving.