Our insides need us to pay attention to the actual wound. Treat it with truth and soft words, sometimes with actual hands. And only then can we go on to live the way we were meant to live. Only then can we be heeled.
...how many people have sat on my couches over the years? Hundreds? Thousands? It’s hard to tell, but it is a lot. And the evidence is imprinted on the leather. Cracked them. Expanded their seams. The sunlight and friction, fears and tears have faded them now. Wrinkle lines pattern their skin, like old men brown and creased from the years.