"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls;
the most massive characters are seared with scars."
Khalil Gibran
There are times we must go back and rip the scabs from old wounds in order for deep healing to occur. Often, this will cause the injury to scar, remaining as a reminder of what had taken place. Scars are like a heavy stitching holding broken pieces together. As we age, our skin loosens, changing the exact location of the injury.
Isolated, in the quietness presented by snow, I sit tapping on an ancient emotional scar. Years have passed and it is time to revisit it once again to explore shifts in perception. This time I view the scar not as a victim, but as an observer yearning to learn. I find myself seeking how the incident forced me into unexpected directions.
Wondering how I might be different today if this incident had not happened, I come to understand that great strength had been triggered and perhaps that is where my focus aught to be. The unfortunate happening pushed me into unearthing parts of the self I never knew I had. Now, the scar is a reminder of my resurrection, not my death.
