I’m getting these crazy downloads of information in the middle of the night. While I’m so frustrated and exhausted and confused, it seems to be happening for a reason. When the world around me is quiet, I’m beginning to absorb this information I wouldn’t otherwise be paying attention to. Or maybe that’s just it - it’s been calling to me in the days, but I haven’t been listening.

But now I am.

Raise your hand if you’ve ever thought that in order to meditate you needed to empty your mind of all thoughts!

Yup, me too.

I used to think that meditation was an impossible feat. I would try, get discouraged, try again, feel like it was impossible, and then stop trying.

Healing doesn’t mean we get rid of what has happened. We don’t undo the trauma, we don’t ‘right’ the ‘wrongs.’ These wounds don’t disappear.

Instead, we learn to carry our hurt. We stop ignoring it, we stop hiding it, resenting it, pushing it down deeper. We stop letting it weigh us down. We learn strength, we learn resilience. We learn how to carry it.