Can I see Clearly now?

Our deepest wounds are the lens through which we see the world.

--from my journal June 5 1994

I sing along with the radio: “I can see clearly now, the pain is gone. I can see all obstacles in my way. All of the dark clouds have passed me by. I can see bright, bright sunshiny day.”

It is a song that can bring tears to my eyes. It is a song that is –for me—about recovery and healing. I am so aware this week of my own wounds and how they distort how I see John and how I see myself in this relationship. I know that anyone would be afraid of cancer and that any caregiver fears the person they love will get sick, sicker, or die. This is not about turning a molehill into a mountain. This is not about turning a stomach ache into cancer. It’s about cancer being cancer and being life threatening. But still, but even with that, how much do I lose my --and our --good life to my old beliefs that I will be abandoned and left? How much do I assume that will happen because I am not enough? How often do I set me aside and wait for pain and grief to descend and when they don’t I go and shake the fear tree to bring it faster, bring it now, so that I can have the familiar terror?

Oh enough already. It’s about woundedness and beliefs. I am a woman of faith and I believe in God but these beliefs are something else. Maybe this is a kind of blasphemy—I have created Gods of Woundedness that I worship and serve before my God of love. Oh God, I am ready to relinquish this belief in false Gods and let you love me now.