A Word on Healing

I cut my finger very deeply a few months ago. Not the kind of cut that needs stitches and the Emergency Room but deep all the same. One minute I was chopping fruit and the next I was watching the sharp knife slice through my finger in a way that both fascinated and scared me. The fascination came from the slow motion of it all as it played out in my mind. It went something like this:

This is the last slice of this pineapple I’m cutting then I’ll be done finally. Yay!

Wait, did I miss the fruit?

Is that my finger I’m slicing?

Oh shit that’s a huge piece of my finger I’m cutting!

Shit! Shit! Shit! I cut my finger!

This all happened within 3 seconds and blood gushed all over. I’m not a stranger to cuts but this one was the first one to give me pause cause IT HURT LIKE HELL! The pain took forever to stop no matter how matter pressure I applied on it. It stopped eventually and I bandaged it up.

I looked it over the next 2 weeks as it healed. The first few days it looked terrible and was a constant reminder of the incident. Any air or a little bit of movement opened it right back up and it hurt like it had just been cut. By the end of the 1st week the wound began to close a little. By the end of the 2nd week the wound was all the way closed and by the 3rd week I could barely tell I had a cut at all. Our bodies were created with such intricate detail; every single part works with another part and another part to keep us going. I don’t have the science behind how my finger healed but I know there was a lot working in tandem to do so. My fingerprint went back to what it was before the cut and it blows my mind looking at every little line on my finger.

I couldn’t help but marvel at how the human body is set up to heal itself internally and externally. My cut finger was an external demonstration that had me reflecting on my internal. Hearts break and hurt but they heal eventually. They are set up to do so. Mind fucks do a number on our souls but eventually our minds get back to their core and know what is true. Our feelings get hurt and it takes a while but eventually they are not hurt anymore.

As badly as my finger hurt in that dreadful cut of 2020, I am grateful for the beautiful lesson it taught me about life. A pandemic came and we lost so many lives and turned life as we knew upside down but here we are still adjusting and pressing forward. I witnessed something so dreadful and heartbreaking just a few days ago but here I am getting through it and getting stronger with each day.

The next time I hurt I will take time to remember my cut finger and how it healed. That will serve as my reminder that healing always comes, we just gotta let it.