Therapy.

Everyone needs therapy. Some people choose food, exercise, shopping, TV, reading, talking with someone, walking…the list is endless. Some choices are healthier than others, but therapy is therapy. I think we are created to have multiple forms of therapy each day—and everyday at that. Therapy is defined as “treatment intended to relieve or heal a disorder.” We live in a disorderly world. Abuse, neglect, suffering. Too much work, too much school, too much independence. Heartbreak and heartache becomes apart of our stories, just as much as celebrations and joys. It’s called being human. Therapy is the process to heal the wounds that being human creates… all in hope that healing will be permanent. My friend Janna wrote a post the other day that echoes many journal entries a few months back. She says “hope is like trying to light a cigarette in the wind, or running with a broken leg, or something else that’s painful.” I know what you mean girl.

I just finished reading a novel called Gilead by Marilynne Robinson. It’s about a dying father who writes to his son. The father talks a lot about dark times in his life and the sorrow of life that is inevitable. He writes, “We can’t forget our sorrows altogether. That would mean forgetting that we had lived, humanly speaking. Sorrow seems to me to be a great part of the substance of human life.” Later he says, “There is a wound in the flesh of human life that scars when it heals and often enough seems never to heal at all.”

Everyone has scars. Everyone needs hope. Everyone needs therapy. Most of all, everyone needs trust –trust that the process therapy that will actually heal our wounds.

I took a Sunday afternoon drive today—very much therapeutic in itself. The leaves are simply stunning; so full of life and vibrant colors. Yet the funny thing about these leaves is that they are dying…making way for new life. Maybe that’s like therapy…recognizing that life is a process and that our disorderly and chaotic world and lives are in constant transformation and change. Always dying, always coming back to life.

So what’s your therapy? Is it healthy? Are you intentional about working through the junk that fills our hearts? I often tell my Zumba students to focus on a certain area of their body, depending on which muscle group we are working. I often use the word “intention” to concentrate on that muscle group so good form and technique can actually transform the muscle. I think therapy is a lot like that. When we are intentional about participating in different therapies to heal us, we may actually see a remarkably beautiful transformation.

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