This past November, I wrote in my journal:

May my wounds heal. And may my healing be what spreads and not the wound.

Immediately after I thought, “I'm tired of healing.” And I wondered why that is.

Healing is a natural process that is part of the body… we don’t make it happen. We support it.

I wrote the first poem in this series, in March 2022. By the end of April, I'd quit my 9-5 and left Chicago where I was living at the time. The past few years had seen countless doctor's visits, 3 minor surgeries, 2 emergency room visits, months of severe insomnia, digestive issues, and hair loss. Even though I am a mystic and a Spiritual Director, it took a year and many different places to “get” what my body and spirit were telling me.