Be Still..

These beautiful words by T.S. Eliot always speak directly to my soul, and bring me stillness and peace when I find myself fighting against myself and the Universe; in vain attempts to control situations. I particulary gain comfort from the line ‘Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought’. Such a beautiful truth ๐Ÿ’™

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

T.S. Eliot
from the Poem East Cocker 

Painting by Mairi

Wounded Healer

Iโ€™ve been thinking about emotional wounds…those we experience and those we cause in others. I’ve been looking at the physical scars on my body…some from small injuries; some from deep surgery. Physical wounds always fade with time, and the superficial ones disappear completely. Others…the deeper ones, never completely fade and will be with us for life. Maybe wounds to our soul are like that too. Maybe those very deep ones just have to be loved for what they areโ€ฆ in acceptance of the fact that the scars will be with us always.

I wrote this poem several years ago, prompted by the concept of the Wounded healer; a term used by psychologist Carl Jung to describe the use of our own wounds in the healing of others.

It's only
in the giving
of a grateful
fractured heart..

that joy will come from living
and sorrows can depart..

for you're
a wounded healer
whose essence
will transcend..

restoring and renewing
before this journey's end.

Poem & Painting by Mairi

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