Pain

Our mooring

Pain, like a toothache.

Pain, wearing its rainbow dress of many colors, swirling, taunting.

Pain, like an incessant knife, trimming away the excess.

Dull pain graying a January afternoon.

Razor pain shocking us from the complacency of the ways we turn from our truth.

The way pain wears away at edges, like water lapping endlessly against stone, rounding us, shaping us into newness in the lake of ourselves.

The way we cease to speak about our visitor because it’s futile.  Pain allows no whining, in the end.

It is itself. 

If you stay with her–and do not run exhausted out the back door of your day–she sometimes turns to a ragged joy, a sweet joy, a confounded joy which keeps opening onto itself.

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7 thoughts on “Pain

  1. “The way pain wears away at edges, like water lapping endlessly against stone, rounding us, shaping us into newness in the lake of ourselves.”

    Well said. Very well said, indeed.

    Thank you, Kathy.

  2. ……”shocking us from the complacency of the ways we turn from our truth”. This has stayed with me today, resonating deeply.

    It is itself…….nothing more, nothing less.

    Hugs on this January day!

  3. Thank you, Laurie, Elisa and Colleen. I have been thinking a lot about people who experience chronic pain. How dehabilitating that must be. How hard to keep smiling, laughing, sharing. Feeling much compassion for those who get up, day after day, and still smile–even though they experience pain.

    Also contemplating the differences between feeling pain and suffering. One is so simple–well, relatively simple. You feel the pain. The other is our add-on where we’re trying to run faster than the pain, to escape it.

    Thanks again, for reading. I wrote this really fast yesterday–in maybe five minutes. Probably could have come up with some better pain metaphors in ten minutes. ha ha…but the Moment was Rising and insisted upon some sort of recognition…

  4. Laurie, pain can be a gift. You are so right…

    Ben, a pleasure to share it with you!

    May all beings be free from suffering. May we see the gift wrapped within our pain.

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