Although the windby Izumi Shikibu
English version by Jane Hirshfield
Original Language Japanese
Although the wind
blows terribly here,
the moonlight also leaks
between the roof planks
of this ruined house.
|-- from Women in Praise of the Sacred: 43 Centuries of Spiritual Poetry by Women, Edited by Jane Hirshfield|
/ Image by Manwathiell /
I have several loved ones feeling particular frustration and rage at how they have been treated after finding the courage to speak out about private traumas, only to be ignored and treated with contempt by a system that would rather maintain its fading myths than its heart.
An excerpt of something I posted on Facebook a few days ago--
I try to remind myself that the greatest healers in the world are often themselves wounded in some way. The ways we find to survive trauma can open us to deep truths about ourselves and the world, unlocking hidden strength. We might, for the first time, find our authentic voice. Sometimes our job is just to cry out with such a great pure ache that the world has no choice but to stop and let its heart break open. Survivors carry the medicine the world needs, whether or not the world is smart enough to recognizes it.
|Women in Praise of the Sacred: 43 Centuries of Spiritual Poetry by Women||The Enlightened Heart: An Anthology of Sacred Poetry|