Her eyes tear. She’s in pain, and while her body feels pain, I know that the tears are not coming from the physical ache. They stream down her cheeks from the longing, the yearning. They flood from loneliness, sadness-from a deep inner pain. The woman takes a look at herself and she feels pain.
I wonder, how many of us feel physical pain? How many suffer from chronic shoulder, back and neck pain? How many from migraine headaches, upset stomachs, hormonal imbalances? Could the source of the pain be from the heart that cries out in longing? From the thoughts that turn always to the negative? Could the pain stem from a need to be perfect and not accept anything less?
We pray for perfection: But maybe the process to achieving this perfection is to first accept that “I’m not perfect and I don’t have to be.” We strengthen our faith and strive for new heights in it. We strengthen our connection and get closer and closer to our Creator. We accept our imperfection. We relinquish control, ask for help when we need it. Stop and rest when we need it. We take care of ourselves when we need to. NO, I’m not superwoman and I’m not even supposed to be one. Perfection in the imperfection and acceptance that the process is the goal – not how much I can get done – this is a form of redemption. This leads to healing. May it be a complete healing, a refuah shleima.
I wonder, how many of us feel physical pain? How many suffer from chronic shoulder, back and neck pain? How many from migraine headaches, upset stomachs, hormonal imbalances? Could the source of the pain be from the heart that cries out in longing? From the thoughts that turn always to the negative? Could the pain stem from a need to be perfect and not accept anything less?
We pray for perfection: But maybe the process to achieving this perfection is to first accept that “I’m not perfect and I don’t have to be.” We strengthen our faith and strive for new heights in it. We strengthen our connection and get closer and closer to our Creator. We accept our imperfection. We relinquish control, ask for help when we need it. Stop and rest when we need it. We take care of ourselves when we need to. NO, I’m not superwoman and I’m not even supposed to be one. Perfection in the imperfection and acceptance that the process is the goal – not how much I can get done – this is a form of redemption. This leads to healing. May it be a complete healing, a refuah shleima.