
I saw that on a jar of ointment yesterday. It is a blend of Chinese herbs in beeswax and oils to use on burns and wounds. It got me thinking about scars. I have a few! So have most of my horses.
The funny thing about scars, they are made of tissue that is stronger (after they are set) than the original skin, muscle or bone. Physical scars make the body stronger if allowed to "do their thing". Emotional scars can be strengthening
if we see them through the eyes of a student. A student of Life.
There is no way we get through this unscathed. Life is a full spectrum. It is gentle and rough. It is great fun and it is scary. It holds us up and it knocks us down... but we have to get up again. Each time. The wound to our bum or our ego or our soul will form a scar. That scar will make us stronger
if we see that spectrum of experiences through eyes of compassion. We become empathetic and compassionate when we experience this life fully. If you have never stubbed your toe, you do not wince in awareness when a friend tells you that she ran her little toe into the corner of a cabinet in the dark last night. Without experiences, we have no empathy. And paper cuts... well, just thinking about them and I can hear the sizzle of sheets through skin (I used to run printing presses!!).
If we look deeply into our pain as it is on us, we can sense the way through it. I speak about falling through the window that severed everything in my left wrist. That left quite the physical scar, but the other, mental and emotional ones linger longer. I had played the violin for 6 years previous. I was never able to play again. Then, a couple of years ago I watched a movie, "The Guitar", which had a profound effect on me. Within it, the woman with laryngeal cancer (whose "voice" was never expressed before) gets a guitar that she had wanted since early childhood. It is a profound story.
Last month, I decided that I wanted a violin. I held one at the Music Store... I think I might be able to play again. Not well. Not for someone else. For me.
I may get a violin... I may get a didgeridoo - whatever I decide, I plan to find something for my own music. And the only ones who will have to endure the experience of it are my doggies. We may have to feel empathy for them....