Everyday Resurrection
There comes a moment
when you know
that you can no longer keep digging in the past
searching for the magical golden “why”
that you think will finally heal
that one
tender
wound.
There comes a defining moment
when you are standing in the rain
outside your front door
with grocery bags in your hands
hungry, tired, soaking wet
and you see how all these years
you’ve just been running
even if it’s to therapy
you have been running
and you know
that no amount of analyzing it
is going to get you any closer
to being happy
and folding into the arms
that want to hold you
when you open that door.
The small, still voice
within you
just knows
has known
has been whispering to you
late at night for so long:
“There is another way, Love.”
But it is finally today
that you hear her
clear and certain
as the voice
of your true God.
And you know now
there is no going back.
No talking, judging,
trying to fix it, wishing it away.
You are done
wrapping your whole self-concept
around that wound
done believing that
there even is a wound to heal.
You stand there
soaking wet
softening
breathing
softening
breathing
opening up to
the spacious grace of emptiness
now swimming in your chest
with no desire to run and quickly fill it.
You know now what you have to do
when you open that door.
And you softly smile.
Lisa McCrohan, MA, LCSW-C, SEP
Maybe resurrection isn’t about some big moment that happens after we die. Maybe it’s an everyday thing. Everyday Resurrection. Everyday waking up. Everyday enlightenment.
Maybe it is about dropping the story we’ve been telling ourselves for years, possibly decades. RIGHT NOW. IN THIS MOMENT. Maybe it’s about allowing those tightly held beliefs to disintegrate when we give them no more energy.
And maybe it’s about being in that “spacious grace of emptiness”– the space between something dying and something new emerging. And just being in that quiet, empty, holy space, filled with Sacred Nothingness. Not looking back with sorrow-filled eyes at what has died and not eagerly reaching for what may be birthed. Just being.
Blessings,
Oh, sigh … BEAUTIFUL.
Done believing there is even a wound to heal.
Oh, yes, yes, yes.
Thank you.
xox
Wow. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I have been reading your posts for a long time, occasionally wanting to reply and thank you for your insight, wisdom and your love.
This piece required me to do just that. Your words are truly amazing.
“opening up to
the spacious grace of emptiness”
Mary Lou, I already replied to you via email but I wanted to comment here as well that I am so grateful for you taking the time out to comment and share…and for letting me know about reading the blog. It is quite reassuring when I hear from folks. It reaffirms the whispers I hear from the Divine — “Write, Lisa, write! And share it all with the world.” And that particular line….”the spacious grace of emptiness” so speaks to me too — and having the experience of it…. total emptiness. I used to fear that — fear emptiness. Maybe parts of me still do. But I am growing more comfortable with nothingness and emptiness — and seeing how it is so “full” of grace. Thank you, Mary Lou, for reflecting this back to me.