A couple of years ago I was in a horse accident in which I broke my nose, dislocated my hip and got a pretty deep wound on my shin.. Watching the scar on my leg heal bit by bit helps me understand the healing process in general a little more clearly. In my experience the physical healing process is very closely related to the psychological and emotional one.
I notice that there are times when the physical injuries that I sustained in the accident suddenly act up and come to the surface… The new skin on my scar is still fragile and even a small scrape on it will take weeks to heal fully. The same is true for emotional wounds: sometimes, seemingly out of nowhere an emotional wound will get agitated, discharge some old dirt or pus, and take its time getting back to normal.
And…well…that’s what’s up right now. I’m feeling unsettled and angry because some old shit has been kicked up. By now, it’s obvious that this will happen from time to time and that there’s no use fighting it. The dirt is there, the pus is there so I now see it as my duty to let it out. If this was going on with a physical wound, I would clean it, right? I wouldn’t shove the dirt back in, as the wound would get infected, right? I wish someone would have told me this when I was a kid. It would have saved me a lot of festering.
“How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?”
– William Shakespeare