Just this week, I started taking a course through the Therapeutic Writing Institute. I signed up about a month ago and made note of the start date in my little paper planner that so many of my friends mock given the age of electronic everything. The start date was Monday, June 26. This has been a hard week, but I think the universe was setting me up for support in a crucial time.
Already, with the first assignment, I’m in love with her book and feel much gratitude for her writing. In Chapter 1, she tells a story so beautiful that I’m going to quote her at length:
Amen, Christina. I do want to be remembered back into alignment with myself and my purpose, and I do want a chance to respond to thoughtlessness and cruelty with a ritual that creates the possibility of reconnection. Rifts hurt. When they happen, I crave the opportunity to heal and be healed and to return to a place where we remember who we are and why we are important to one another. I don’t know how to do that right now, but I want to spend the next week or two or three with this story in my head, and I hope it will guide my actions.
A dear friend offered me some support and encouragement this morning through a statement she says comes from a Conan O’Brien commencement speech on YouTube. I need to watch the whole thing, but the bit she offered me is this: “There are few things more liberating in this life than having your worst fear realized.”
Thank you, friend. That was exactly what I needed to hear.