"What you see as being back at square one,
I see as another layer in the onion."
Wise and comforting words from my spiritual director yesterday.
Not sure how many layers there are to the onion that is my soul,
most likely they are infinite.
Where I saw defeat and despair,
Fr. Charlie saw hope and healing.
Which is why we shouldn't try to journey alone.
Our perspective is too limited.
I haven't felt this humbled,
or this hopeful
in a very long time.
There is a sweetness and pain embedded in both.
The mulitple conversations this week
where I confessed, sifted through,
has left me exhausted this morning.
Tears have filled every crevice
and are waiting to be released.
Healing, healing tears.
Through the sifting yesterday,
one big piece of the puzzle
found its place.
A huge "aha" moment, a gift of the Holy Spirit
through the words of Fr. Charlie.
Guilt dissipated in an instant
with the connecting of dots
between a deep wound and an attitude
thirty years deep.
I felt such relief when I realized I'd had no other
point of reference than the one I've carried for so long.
A twisted, warped attitude that found its ugly point
of reference and now
can be reframed.
I feel like there is the thinnest of gauze
between my naked soul
and what could be.
Beauty bubbling forth from the depths.
All is gift.
All is grace.