Body Parts

When I saw this scene in the thrift shop, I was immediately drawn to the symbolism. This is just what my life feels like. It’s as though all of my pieces and parts have been pulled apart and now I am working on putting them back together differently.

When I finally took a long look at the patterns in my relationships, I saw that I was long overdue for an interpersonal revision. My healing is my number one priority, and I’ve been pouring energy and attention into myself.

For years I lived with chronic pain. And it was my body wisdom that led me to a healthier and more peaceful life. I remember telling my physical therapist that I didn’t feel as though my upper body was properly situated on my lower body. I was always struggling with some discomfort, feeling as though my parts were not connected in any meaningful way. It’s an awful thing to not be present in your own life. To believe you are unworthy and try to compensate by over-giving. Now, instead of shaming, I use compassionate language to reassure myself that it’s okay to be human.

There are many ways to expand my window of tolerance, and one of those ways, is through creative work. I love life - and seeing this way makes me feel alive. And whole.