Pain is the child of change. It lives and kicks and cries and screams, so nurse it gently, rock the crib slowly and speak to it in a hushed tone.
Sometimes when pain grows up it turns into a big pain, and sometimes when pain grows up it turns into acumen - be a foster parent to your pain, acknowledge its existence and know that any child of yours is not you, it has it's own ideas and will walk along its own path.
How can we raise pain into a beautiful and intelligent being who in the end we can learn from, not one who eats our hope? Every time I have been in pain it is because of change: changes in relationships with other people, places, ideas, objects, situations... relationships disintegrate, shift, transform, exceed or don't meet expectations, maybe without a clear reason or maybe for a very clear reason.
If change gives birth to pain, consider not how to avoid change but how to be a good midwife.
Sometimes when pain grows up it turns into a big pain, and sometimes when pain grows up it turns into acumen - be a foster parent to your pain, acknowledge its existence and know that any child of yours is not you, it has it's own ideas and will walk along its own path.
How can we raise pain into a beautiful and intelligent being who in the end we can learn from, not one who eats our hope? Every time I have been in pain it is because of change: changes in relationships with other people, places, ideas, objects, situations... relationships disintegrate, shift, transform, exceed or don't meet expectations, maybe without a clear reason or maybe for a very clear reason.
If change gives birth to pain, consider not how to avoid change but how to be a good midwife.
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