About a month ago I was rushing around my house doing minor chores. Why rushing? I have no idea. I watered a plant in the kitchen and tucked it under one arm and, as I went to put it back in its room, I misjudged the amount of space I needed to clear the door and fell against the door handle taking a big gash out of my arm. It was the silliest of accidents, unnecessary and preventable.
It is healing, but there might ultimately be a scar. During the past month, I have looked at it several times a day in disbelief and to check on its progress. I have now decided to give up attachment to it healing perfectly. When people ask me what happened, I tell them the truth…that I had an altercation with a door handle.
This is how I see it. My body is lived in, engaged in life and shields me. It has experiences that sometimes leave a mark on it. When I leave this life and trade in my body for the freedom of weightlessness, I might not get my full deposit back. That’s okay. I’ll thank it for housing me while I got my degree in earth school.
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This is beautiful.