Where the Wound Becomes Spring

For those who carry wounds, we could learn from trees in spring.

Someone made deep cuts into them, just to take advantage of a few moments of warmth. Raw, open wounds that seem to call for more cutting, as if healing required removing even more.

And yet, right there—exactly where I thought more had to be cut away to heal—they offer their first buds of spring.
They don’t run from the wound. They don’t hide it. They keep living, keep growing, responding with life where there has been rupture.

Maybe healing isn’t always about cutting more, but about allowing spring to return.

What an insightful and profound statement.
Just like the trees, we all have the capability of healing our wounds(physical and mental). As long as we acknowledge them and tap into our innate healing powers. Cells regenerate, bones knit, minds expand, with time we begin to become whole again just like the trees in springtime.
How wonderful and miraculous this life is

Juan Roble wrote:For those who carry wounds, we could learn from.... allowing spring to return.

Bien Dicho, Hermano. (Well Said, Brother! Adelante...