Today, someone told me `Pain is the price tag of memory`.
This concept seems so relevant to the dismissive journey, which for me has often been about going into a frozen and numb part of me and finding it full of pain. Some joy and wisdom too, but plenty of pain. When the ice melts, all is released and feeling the pain and sitting with it is the price tag of memory. With memory comes wisdom and integration.
Post by leavethelighton on Nov 2, 2018 2:08:34 GMT
You had me until the last sentence...the path to the wisdom and integration part seems so convoluted sometimes.
I've been thinking this week about how I don't carry that pain anymore, I've felt liberated from the past, but with as much stress eating I've been doing the past couple of years, I wonder if I've just repressed it to a new form.
But I also like the idea that pain can lead to wisdom. That means it wasn't all in vain.
In my pain- there is also the appreciation that I lived. There is understanding the pain that I feel is the pain of others- there is real compassion. There is the understanding that hurt people hurt people- trough violence and words and neglect. It isn’t fair but it’s true. I know because I’ve done it in my own ways so I am given forgiveness- for others and for myself. I can connect my experience to the experience of all people. There is some real beauty in that for me. But still- sitting with it..... that is a real hard thing to do.