Maybe one of the most authentic things one can say is, "I am healing."
It is our shared truth; we are all healing. All of us were infants born into a moment of distress, and from that moment on we collected and continue to collect layers of distresses and heartbreaks and traumas and trials, leaving us all in a constant state of disrepair. Emotional and physical and mental and spiritual disrepair. And that is OK. Our minds and bodies are designed to assist us with healing. They are on the constant lookout for distresses that might need comfort. They are designed to bring us that comfort. Do you know what stands in the way of our minds and bodies assisting us that way the most, though? It's the illusion of healed. It's the unwillingness to say I am broken while protecting a narrative that says there's nothing wrong here. There may be no greater stressor in the world than protecting the narrative that says there's nothing wrong here. Because it's not true. Everyone always has something wrong here. This need we feel to have it all together, this pressure we place on one another to have it all together, it's killing us. It's filling us with disorders and diseases and distresses that work against that natural current of our lives. The current of healing. I long for a world that can proclaim together, I am broken. Only then will it become possible for the world to work together toward healing. That's important. Because these bodies that long to assist us in finding comfort, they look for it most in one another. The distresses you and I feel are healed in the healthiest ways while in the midst of another's soothing and comfort. Remember that infant born into a moment of distress? It's our design to find healing in partnership with another. I don't know how we got here. This place where our greatest truth - broken - is often seen as the world's greatest taboo. I spent most of my life broken while holed up in the illusion of having it all together. I had guards posted at the door with orders to stop in their tracks anyone daring to challenge that illusion. We are born so authentically broken. So desperately in need of repair. So how do we get to a place where that is not the truth of our being but a dark cloud that hangs over it? We are born beautifully broken. And our lifelong healing journey is a reflection of that beauty, not a scar. If only we would join each other in that beauty, in the natural current of life, how much more beautiful could life be? If we all weren't living in a place of hiding our layers, but instead sharing them with one another, how many more layers of life could be added to life? Added to with years and depth and meaning. We are all stumbling into the new year broken. Oh how beautiful that is. Maybe 2024 can be the year where instead of running off alone to a place called healed, we join with each other in a journey called healing. And maybe we discover that healing is far more beautiful than we ever imagined healed could be. Maybe 2024 is the year we give each other more permission to say, "I am broken."
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
Robert "Keith" CartwrightI am a friend of God, a dad, a runner who never wins, but is always searching for beauty in the race. Archives
May 2024
CategoriesAll Faith Fatherhood Life Mental Health Perserverance Running |