Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Pain is a funny thing. It clears your mind to some things, and blinds you to others. You see yourself more or less clearly at different points. It changes what you do, what your priorities are, and how you respond to things.
A friend from work who had sustained several similar injuries in his carpentry days told me that sometimes hands have funny "trust" issues after being injured by the other limb; that even though the injury was unmeditated and accidental in nature, if severe enough, the injured hand needs to be taught to trust the other hand again.
Pain creates a distance; no matter how it was caused, that distance must be considered and either intentionally recovered, or else the gate closed and marked "No Trespassing".
I watched 'The Tree of Life' later in the week, a new film that explores the heart of the Job narrative. I was struck by how deeply it resonated that the pain of grief or loss carries both intense memory and an intensified, particular sense of wonder at our context--our world. We go immediately to both 'the foundations of the world' and to our particular place in it that feels the loss most clearly. In a sense, we go immediately to try and resolve or understand the purpose of this point of tension.