When you’re face down, immobilized with pain, for nearly three days, there’s not much you can do. DVDs and the TV just frayed my nerves. The endless expanse of the Internet was exhausting. It was hard to concentrate while reading books. Eventually, I gave into the pain and boredom and allowed myself to do nothing.
Strange things happen when you are forced to do nothing. For me, old memories, some 20 years old, decided to shake themselves free from the cluttered heap of my brain and sat down with me while they told their stories.
They were like old unsolved mysteries, finally made clear. Continue reading Pain=Compassion
The Quilting Sword 