Minton Sparks and John Jackson"This is the only life I have, this one in my head,/ the one that travels along the surface of my body/ singing the low voltage song of the ego…" – Billy Collins   

   Your heart wounds are self-inflicted. It is not that you are masochistic. It is because your ego's ear is so finely tuned for praise that you bleed at every perceived insult.   

   From childhood to our last breath our hearts are both cut and healed by the language of living. The healing may come through the tincture of time whose days deliver perspective and dim loss.

   But, there are better ways to nurture your soul than letting time thicken your scars.

   There is the magic of forgiveness – not the kind that says, "I forgive you but I was right." Instead, forgiveness heals when you embrace understanding and generosity. 

   Wounds can also be healed through the stories you tell. Change your story and you will change your heart's experience.

   This is part of what spoken word artist Minton Sparks (above with guitarist John Jackson) does in her story-telling workshops. She helps people engage their history so they can reinterpret their lives.

  Suffering is compassion's best teacher. Heart scars are so hard-won you might as well let them inform you. 

   The finest caregivers remember their pain as a way to empathize. Ineffective caregivers hid their pain beanth a veneer of superiority. Instead of sharing common ground they adopt patterns of pity that demean instead of heal.

   Self-healing is an art that can be both taught and learned. Like any art, it needs training and practice. 

   "This is the only life I have," Collins wrote, "and I never step out of it/ except to follow a character down the alleys of a novel/ or when love makes me want to remove my clothes/ and sail classical records off a cliff."

   Self-healing begins when you strip off the hair shirt of self inflicted pain and throw the dragons that clawed your heart off a cliff. Confront your dragons and they lose their power. In their place comes a new choir of angels to sing the high voltage song of your one and only life.

Your three self-healing medicines:

1) Time

2) Forgiveness & Gratitude

3) Changing your story

And one more, 4) Rest

-Erie Chapman

6 responses to “Days 286-290 – The Art of Self Healing”

  1. Walt Polk Avatar
    Walt Polk

    Again, again, morning to morning. If I could once and for all trust that I am the Awareness beneath the story, and know that the injury only becomes real when i step away that knowing, I would be the pure peace of my days. However, I falter and am endlessly grateful for the warm blanket of this beautiful reminder.

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  2. Bobbye Terry Avatar
    Bobbye Terry

    Beautiful post, Erie, and very true about storytelling. I never told anyone the details of my husband’s almost fatal injury until just a couple of years ago when I shared it with a chaplain at the hospice where I worked. Just this year, I decided to publish the story and then delve deeper, writing about coping with tragedy in order to help others. It was like a huge burden lifted from my shoulders and a feeling of joy that the pain had been purged.
    Bobbye

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  3. julie laverdiere Avatar
    julie laverdiere

    We are all just wounded healers, as said by my college priests on several occasions. The difference between the others is that we do and can forgive. And when we do forgive, and have some gratitude then we are the ones who are healed. Thank you for your reflection.

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  4. Cheri Cancelliere Avatar

    Erie, Thank you for this beautiful and powerful message of truth. Forgiveness transforms us from victims to victors. At times, forgiveness seems completely unnatural but when we pray for love and well-being for those who have hurt us more we become joyous and free. I learned this hard lesson many years ago when I had to forgive the drunk driver who had killed my husband. My anger did not hurt him at all, but holding on to it was destroying me. God helped me do the impossible and in this act I found a great secret to living a life of love and peace. I was also able to show another human being the incredible power of God’s love and forgiveness to us all.

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  5. Maureen McDermott rsj Avatar
    Maureen McDermott rsj

    How very true, Erie. And isn’t it an easy trap into which to fall, my own self pity. Yet in our times of solitude and awareness we are gifted with the Presence that reminds us that there is more to life if only I could dwell in the richness of the Present Moment. Today as we remember Teresa of Avila may we allow her words to encourage us, Let nothing disturb you, Patience attains all that it strives for, God alone suffices and God IS enough.

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  6. ~liz Wessel Avatar

    Sad but true, more often than not, our pain can be self-inflicted. For me, not so much from seeking praise, rather, from a longing for communion and connection. Incomplete communication can create a sense of isolation and misunderstanding as we try to fill in the blanks of a story with our faulty assumptions (especially, oddly enough, with those we care about the most.) That is why it can help to check out perceptions by checking in with the other person for a reality check.
    I think before we can change our story we first need to honor and give expression to what has been. Painful feelings can intensify when we try to minimize or disregard our experience. However, acceptance of what arises allows the weather system to move on through and dissipate more easily. It can open a door to be fully present to life rather than living a fantasy.
    I think there is much wisdom in what you are saying, Erie. Minton’s art and the work are truly inspiring. The best I can do is increase self-awareness without self-judgment and listen for Loves guidance.
    The Peace of Wild Things
    When despair grows in me
    and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
    in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
    I go and lie down where the wood drake
    rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
    I come into the peace of wild things
    who do not tax their lives with forethought
    of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
    And I feel above me the day-blind stars
    waiting for their light. For a time
    I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
    Wendell Berry

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