I call it Coming Home:
when you fall back into your own heart.
How could I have forgotten? Silly me.
It was the only thing that saved me in the dark times.
All the clamoring and grabbing for anything to make the pain stop wasn't in the outer world.
It was In.
God was simply kicking back, sipping on some tea and waiting for me...waiting for me so patiently.
"...and then I leaned into myself..."
Inspiration, and words, provided by Susan Carpenter Sims of the Whole Blooming World.
When the violin can forgive the past
It starts singing.
When the violin can stop worrying about the future
you will become such a drunk, laughing nuisance
That God will then lean down
And start combing you into His Hair.
When the violin can forgive every wound caused by Others
The heart starts singing.
-Hafiz, translated by Danial Ladinksky
Collage - I completed this last night as I watched Arrested Development on DVD with my daughter. The man in the collage is my great grandpa, Lyman Van Wickle Brown.
Oh...and a side note...between early detection and acupuncture, the silent migraine I feared was coming Saturday, was averted.