Another new day. Again I am in danger of being distracted and avoiding doing the most hard thing, the writing of this post. I’ve washed the breakfast dishes and chased the mop over the kitchen floor. Mary Oliver’s poem caught my eye this morning.

“You don’t want to hear the story
of my life, and anyway
I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen

to the enormous waterfalls of the sun.

And anyway it’s the same old story – – –
a few people just trying,
one way or another,
to survive.

Mostly, I want to be kind.
And nobody, of course, is kind,
or mean,
for a simple reason.

And nobody gets out of it, having to
swim through the fires to stay in
this world.

(from, Dogfish)”

It reminds me of Caroline Myss’ teaching of woundology. Here’s AI’s overview of what it is:

“Caroline Myss coined the term “woundology” to describe the phenomenon of individuals becoming overly identified with their emotional wounds, hindering their healing and growth. It’s the process where people create an identity based on their wounds, whether physical, emotional, or social, and become stuck in that state, unable to move beyond them.“

I am slowly learning. This hard task is finished. There’s more waiting in the wings. I suspect there always will be. Life!