Thank you so much for being here listening to Love in the mourning...which I affectionately called good mourning...ooops. I combined my two vlogs Good grieving and Love in the mourning.

Today we are discussing the myth of time healing. Time does not heal it just keeps time.

I share a poem I wrote called "Learning to Dance Within it" by Kathie Powell

Learning To Dance Within it

A poem by Kathie Powell

Time

It gets a bad rap,

Like it's supposed to heal all wounds,

Like the ticking of seconds is some kind of salve for a broken heart.

But time

Time doesn’t heal.

It just keeps time.

A quiet, steady witness to our unraveling and our rising.

A metronome for life’s song.

No matter how offbeat it gets.

Time isn’t the healer.

We are.

Through the tears we let fall,

The love we still offer,

The forgiveness we learn to extend, especially to ourselves.

We confuse time’s purpose.

Call it insufficient when pain lingers days, months, years later.

But time never promised to fix anything.

Time only promised to keep going.

To show up, even when we don’t want to.

And I

I am grateful for time.

Grateful that I still have some.

How much?

No clue.

But I know it’s something precious.

Like currency.

And I want to spend it wisely,

After spending time wasting it.

I want to spend it

Laughing so hard my stomach aches,

Loving so deeply it scares me,

Learning something new just because,

Watching the sunset like it's the first time,

Growing into someone softer,

Crying without shame,

Feeling it all,

And living this wild, unpredictable,

Beautiful life.

Time doesn’t heal.

It reveals.

It reflects.

It remembers.

It runs out for each one of us

But keeps ticking.

So, I’ll keep pace with my time

Not chase it

But honour it.

To let time do what it does best:

Keep the beat,

While I learn how to dance within it.

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