With Trauma
there always seems
to be another layer
to revisit.
Just as you think
“I understand this”
just as that pinch
in the heart
reveals a deeper
grasp, complex
simplicity of feelings
kept under cover, breathless,
awaiting with keen inflammation
a moment’s respite
from this tight chamber
without windows…
Just then
the next layer appears
more questions;
speechless,
a sense of awe and wonder
at the depths to be found within
the outfit of our multiple
bodies, physical, mental,
emotional,
spiritual
Walking In The Onion Field
Photograph by Nick Zungoli
Lovely, thank you.
Beautiful. There’s always another layer, isn’t there?
Indeed!
All so true. Beautiful expressed
Thank you Nancy.
I love the analogy Keren. The likening of each experience and emotion and the mark they leave to that of something so simple, accessible and global as the layers of an onion. I will be cooking this evening with a different perspective on that versatile vegetable!
Thank you for your perspective dear Andrea!
Yes, so very true….the endless onion!!!
This one peels away layers–and arrives at the truth of things.
No wonder onions make me cry! Well said, Kiki.
Thank you for that insight Melissa! Love it!
Why does every really good soup or stew begin with cooking onions? And the smell of onions cooking in butter…so much a part of daily life – of what we life with. Not in passive compliance, but as a challenge to know ourselves. Breathing in the deep scent of onions.