Hello Beloved, nice to be with you again. Let me say this right off the top. I think the word “journey” has been overused drastically. I however could not settle on a better word for this musing so journey it is.
I was blessed recently with the opportunity to flap my jaws about a favorite subject of mine, my Beloved Dolly and myself. A life time ago I had another opportunity to speak about myself in front of a group of retreat goers. When I was asked to do this, my first reaction was yeah…no, I don’t think so. I kicked it around in my head for a while and decided I would do it. I had about a 20 minute time slot. I took about an hour. Turns out if you put a mic in my hand, I will talk about myself as long as you will let me.
All that just to get into the topic of discussion today. Like I said I had the opportunity to talk about all the crap I am dealing with right now without having to fend off well meaning but not helpful suggestions about how to “fix my problems”. Somewhere along the line we talked about the distance between the head and the heart. About 18 inches is generally accepted for that distance. Sometimes information can enter the head and then quickly transfer to the heart to be absorbed into the life. Sometimes the info travels from the heart to the head. Sometimes that 18 inch journey can take a lifetime. We struggle to wrap our heads around some bit of emotion laden information. We try to push it either into the head or the heart and it gets stuck in our throats.
How can such a short distance be so incredibly difficult to traverse sometimes? You ever have the experience of truth and emotion going back and forth between head and heart so fast you can’t keep up with it. You struggle with loss in your head and think you are making progress in handling it. Things are getting better, seeming to make a bit more sense in your head, your heart doesn’t feel quite as shredded as yesterday. Then, seemingly you blink and wham. A big ball of emotion and pain is slamming into your head and with your next breath it is slamming into your heart. Both head and heart seem like they are right back to being shredded.
Beloved, how I wish there were answers to make this 18 inch journey smoother and less painful. Sorry to say, that isn’t ever going to happen. We all deal with those 18 inches in our own way, our own time. No one can tell you how to do it or when it should be done. Everyone who lives struggles at some point with these 18 inches. The only right answer on how to do it is the one that works for you. We can of course take suggestions under advisement if we so choose. Ultimately, we have to decide for ourselves what works for us. We can and sometimes need to ask a trusted someone to walk those 18 inches with us. Only we can make the choices on how best to do that.
Believe me when I say I wish so much there was a map or GPS coordinates or even an Uber to help get through these 18 inches but there just isn’t. The best we can hope for is the occasional travel mate that will support us as we make this journey. It will take as long as it takes Beloved. Some days it will seem easy and some days it will seem impossible. We can survive this journey Beloved, we can. If I can ever be there to listen to you and be a support, I will. Gladly.
Beloved, have a lovely…..
Mona LangmaackMelin
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