Two weeks ago today- November 6th I burned my arm - A 3rd degree burn. I had just finished using a heat gun, I sat it aside continuing to work. My arm came in contact with the hot point and sizzled, it was about the size of a 50 cent piece. It went through the epidermis, the dermis, all the dermises. I got cold water and ice on it right away, and have been rebinding the wound multiple times daily.
The pain is slowly easing, the wound is getting smaller. My body is healing itself. What an amazing thing. And now I am so grateful for a functioning arm.
I am grateful for lessons that remind me to embrace life with gratitude for that is how I want to live my moments.
Life cards: Tower and the Chariot. And I am the Warrior.
Pain, wounds, death, towers crumbling- and my chariot rebuilding it all.
Tonight I came across this poem I wrote in the wake of my daughters death, another kind of pain that has taught me so much about how I want to live.
Suffering
Darkness
sinking in pain.
I must pass through this shadow to gain…
To gain peace
To gain light
All my love uncovering
I brave the dark times
To expose my soul to the suffering
Experiencing All there is
I gain depth and compassion
A cup full of heartache was only part my ration
For, before I could suffer
A pain of this weight
I had to know,
Something {that} great.
My heart is full
And I love to its depth
Consequently,
This means a deep and wide breadth
I have my memories
I honor my bestowment
I don’t need much more…
For I have THIS moment.
Nolite te Bastardes Carborundorum
