🥩 If it’s still raw, it’s not done

Book of TREE 2.37

Throw that wounded chicken breast of back on the grill of healing. Put the brisket of trauma back in the fire pit 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. As you do, you can remain locked in the freezer of ignorance or you can marinate in the knowledge you’re partaking in the barbecue of recovery.

I first heard Cleo Sol On Little Simz’ S.I.M.B.I. This is from her own debut EP released a few years ago.

It’s okay for things to take a long time.
Jeff