The days of collapsing on the floor weeping seem farther away. Tears still come, but they are lessening. I have enough distance from those early days, weeks, months to have a bit of perspective. Thank goodness! I've been wondering what I would tell that newly broken open Maya if I could go back in time and hold her... pick her up and whisper in her ear some comfort that had experiential wisdom backing it?
"The pain feels unbearable right now, but you WILL bear it. The world will right itself and balance will be found. Food will have flavor again, flowers will bloom, and you will find laughter once more. But only if you don't hide from the feelings, no matter how overwhelming they are. Let them drown you and you will learn to swim."
But if you have a little distance between now and a difficult chapter, close your eyes and imagine your freshly wounded self. What would you say to her? What hope would you offer? Whisper it to yourself or write it down. Sharing it in the comments is always so welcome.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
-Leonard Cohen from Anthem