It was 2 AM and my toddler was crying out in his sleep, thrashing his body around desperately.
I comforted him the best I could and he calmed down.
But I?
I was hit with a memory. It washed over me with intense clarity and I lay there in bed, my insides falling out all over again.
My leg began to ache in the exact spot it had ached way back in my childhood when I thought I had growing pains.
Only this time, I’m 30 something and growing pains happen to me heart, not my leg. So they must be connected.
I knew what I had to do. Wide awake and heart pounding, I pushed blankets and pillows around my toddler so he wouldn’t roll out of bed. Shivering and weak, I carefully made my way downstairs.
I put water on for tea.
I was shaking in the stillness and the fear that this memory clenched my heart and body in. It was strange because the memory was an emotional one more then a physical one. They are entwined.
Brew the tea. Make it Lemon Balm and Lavender. It aids relaxation. It promotes calm.
I curled up with a blanket and my pen and notebook and I let it out.
This time, I wasn’t going to force myself back to sleep. This time I wasn’t going to pretend it was nothing. To shame myself into believing that my reaction was overkill.
This time I explored it and I chased it down and although I don’t have all the answers, I found peace. I found release. I gave myself a hug instead of criticism. I gave the other person grace instead of resentment.
I found forgiveness and I gave forgiveness.
The pain in my leg is nearly gone.
My second cup of tea is steeping.
I sit in sweet silence after my fear and ravaging and I eat a piece of pumpkin cake. Slowly. Intentionally. The flavor of cinnamon and cream cheese and the dense steady texture of baked pumpkin.
I feel like perhaps this was the remembrance that Jesus spoke of when he asked us to partake of his bread and body. The love and nourishment He meant for us to receive.
Broken for me. Broken for you.
Communion with The Divine comes in different forms.
I choose to thank and embrace and be loved. To feel held and cherished with every bite of pumpkin cake.
With sips of warm, comforting tea.
Everyday cutlery. Every day food.
Partake slowly and know that you are connected to life and love and nourishment.
You are connected to the Divine.
That is beautiful Anita! I love how u were able to face the issue and deal with it!! An excellent reminder of the need of forgiving – otherwise it keeps festering and gnawing at the heart! God bless u!!!! 💝- Mama. ((BTW- was that Ruth’s pumpkin cake or did u make one since????? 🤔🤗)
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Thank you Mom!
It WAS the pumpkin roll that Ruth made and it was just what I needed that morning 😉
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