Time to Heal

Black Mountain, Benton, NH

I had been facing my traumas one at a time and healing them as I moved along my path. But now, rising up out of the ground in front of me, was a cliff.

As I approached it and looked up, the realization of the climb I still had ahead of me became clearer. It was going to be my final climb towards a complete cleaning out of my soul, but only after I reached the top.

Family and friends gathered around the base of the cliff in support. I left my partner and began my climb. As I climbed, some friends turned away. My footing slipped in surprise at losing them.

I was hurt, but as I held on I realized I was no longer a part of their journey. I found strength within me, repositioned my feet and rose higher.

I filled some of my time with other activities during this climb. And as those activities came to a close, I suddenly found myself alone and lonely. I hung there, stationary, feeling sorry for myself.

After some time, I realized in order to completely heal, I was supposed to be alone. The challenge ahead of me was to reach my final healing by myself. I clenched my fingers into the cracks of the rock, continued my climb and soon met up with a huge trauma that was buried deep inside my soul.

I sat with this trauma, healed it, forgave and smiled. I filled my soul with the love I needed to get me up and over the top edge of the cliff.

I’m now standing high on the cliff and what a grand view it is. I’m thankful for the time I had alone, grateful for the family and friends that supported me and oh so ready for my new journey. I’m filled with strength, courage, and love, always love.

This is my truth,

Carol