Reverb 10: Healing.

by Dian Reid-Jancic· Follow Dian on

What healed you this year?

Was it sudden, or a drip-by-drip evolution?

How would you like to be healed in 2011?

~ Leonie Allan

I sat in seated meditation, eyes closed, mind open, heart in tune with the Universe. I focused on a single word:

Release

and tears rolled down my face.

From a blog post a few days after that meditation, recalling the release:

i bawled uncontrollably for nearly twenty minutes. other than the tears and gut wrenching cries, i have no idea what i released. i was grateful to be at home alone. grateful to have a puppy to lick my tears when it was all over. and grateful that i didn’t feel sad or weepy for a single second after the meditation was over.

Sometimes we have a wound and find that band-aid and some medication helps the healing process along enough to be enough. Sometimes we nick ourselves unknowingly and our bodies take care of the process for us, without any help from band-aids or pharmaceuticals. Then there are the wounds incurable by simple bandages or biology, and we have to look deeper for the healing that allows us to move forward with life.

Sitting in that meditation I had no idea what I was releasing, and I didn’t care. When the meditation was over, I felt refreshed and alive. Not sad or weepy like I anticipated. The flushing of tears through ducts seemed to wash away whatever ailments were hiding within, and once they were flushed I felt no residual attachement to either the tears or their flushed ailments.

You were so cruel
I hated being your fool
So I got a little bit more
Mud on my face
But the years will bring
The bigger scheme of things
And make a pretty memory out of my disgrace

~ Patti Griffin, Time Will Do the Talking

If only it were always that simple.

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I’ve often reflected back on the ailments in my life and wonder how it is I heal so well from these wounds. Part of it, I believe, is giving the wounds time to heal. Part of it is then taking off the bandage, cleaning out the infection, and redressing the wound when time just isn’t enough.

You left open the window till the morning
And the winter walked in
Reality fired her wooden bullet
Splintered under our skin

~ Patti Griffin, Every Little Bit

And the rest of it is believing that you’re worth it to be healed.

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In 2011, I believe.

This post is written as Day 19 of Reverb 10, inspired and created by Gwen Bell (Best of ’09) and her rockingly awesome cohorts. Are you reverbing too? I’d love for you to share yourself in the comments below.

Clock image used courtesy of klynslis via Creative Commons License.

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