Healing is a loaded word. It is a not a process many of us ever complete.
We can go to our safe place or retreat into our minds. We can close up shop and observe the rest of humanity for a while or live vicariously through others.
Or we can choose to do beautiful things.
We can take yoga. We can observe humans and all their faults, and laugh. We can smell the scent of nature. We can watch our children. We can buy jewelry for ourselves. We can meet friends online and in the flesh. We can take baths, give kisses, read books, take photographs.
On Tuesday I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. I called my sister and cried. My husband held me and I cried. When I explained it to my four-year-old son he asked, "Does this mean your are going to die?" (Not any sooner than normal is the answer, by the way.)
Today I begin this blog. Today I took my first post-diagnosis yoga class. Today I begin doing beautiful things with new vigor.