She turned to me with her
big brown eyes looking suddenly thoughtful and said with a slow smile, “I never
thought about it that way.” She looked
away for a moment and then back at me and said again, “I never thought about it
that way.” . . . and her smile grew.
Her baby was only 5 weeks
old when she died. She never had been
able to come home. And in that moment, we simply shared that there is no set number of years that determine whether a life is
whole. If this little one inspired love from those around her; if she loved in return with her precious newborn eyes,
then her life was whole – no matter how long it was. She changed the lives around her in deeply
loving ways. . . . and isn’t that what makes a life whole ?
I was witnessing healing
at work in that moment. Her words were
the very evidence that suddenly she was seeing another way to live in her
skin. There was light emerging around
the edges of the heaviness that she knew so well. It was warm and hopeful . . . the way healing
feels.
And that is how it works .
. . not dramatic, necessarily, or brilliantly insightful . . . but simple . . .
as a new, never imagined perspective dawns.
And the opening in the heart widens a little more.
It is creation happening
before our eyes and it is beautiful.
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