The Prophet and Pain

{Enjoying milk and stories yesterday on our little coastal excursion}

While I'm thankful for less pain today, I ache and can't get comfortable. The fatigue threatens to crush me. I was able to get a nap in {huge thanks to my husband of almost 8 years for taking the girls bike-riding so I could rest.}

Yesterday I read The Prophet for the first time. I found this section on Pain worth a second and third read, and I'm still pondering it:

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain. And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wonderous than your joy; And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields. And that you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief. Much of your pain is self-chosen. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility: For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen, And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own Sacred tears."

Your comments and support, both here and on the FB page, are so appreciated. I sometimes find illness and pain isolating, and today I'm feeling that sense of disconnect. Thanks for being here.