👽 TREE 263: If it’s raw, it’s not done

One.

Throwback! This illustration by Maurice Sendak is from Open House for Butterflies by Ruth Krauss. I originally shared it in TREE 95.

Two.

If it’s still raw, it’s not done.

Throw that chicken breast of woundedness back on the barbecue grill of healing. Put the brisket of trauma back in the firepit of therapy and cover it with the coals of kindness. Wrap the trout of pain in the foil of forgiveness and lay it once more over the campfire of time.

You can’t rush a good healing.

Try it and you’ll suffer the gastrointestinal agony of repression, the vomiting of bitterness and the explosive diarrhoea of going off on yourself and the people you love when none of you deserve it.

You’re likely to suffer some of this anyway. You can soak in the marinade of ignorance. Or you can do it with the knowledge you’re taking part in the barbecue of getting better.

Three.

This is a good screaming song.

Today’s metaphor is best enjoyed with the ice-cold beer of your morning cup of tea (?) and shared with some good friends at the picnic of tapping this share button:

Grow slowly
Jeff