In May of 2014, I visited Luang Prabang, Laos and stayed at a charming little boutique hotel called the Vangsavath. It was a hot day, so after I got settled in, I went for a walk around the courtyard. I was playing by the pond when an older woman appeared and began tossing food scraps into the water. I smiled and said hello. We started talking and I asked her lots of questions about the fishes and fruit trees and it turned out that she was the owner of the hotel. Her name was Daeng. After discovering that I was from the United States, she told me she has a sister who owns a restaurant in Madison, Wisconsin. I told her that some day, in my travels, I will find her sister and have a meal in her restaurant. She smiled and I went back to throwing rocks into the pond.
I was playing with my niece on the dock when I fell and got a splinter wedged deep into my hand. When I got home, my hand was swollen and throbbing as I tried to remove the splinter, but I couldn’t get to it without cutting into my hand and causing further pain. Instead, I cleaned it with soap, applied Neosporin and placed a Band-Aid over the cut. For the next two weeks the area where the splinter was lodged would cause me great pain whenever it was touched, so I continued to keep the cut clean and allowed my body time to push the splinter out by itself.
A few weeks later, as I was working at my desk, I looked down and noticed the splinter had surfaced; I could just simply lift it out. Within days, the infected area on my hand closed up and healed itself.
Tuesdays at two is the day and time I see my therapist each week. Last Tuesday, we were talking about how I have been healing over the years from the pain and trauma of my childhood. I then held up my hand and showed her the scar that was healing, and explained how the splinter that was lodged inside my hand for the last few weeks was like the pain and torment that was lodged inside my heart for the past 36 years. Like the wound on my hand, I helped the wound in my heart heal by removing all toxic things and people that were making the infection worse. The Band-Aid I placed over my heart was me choosing to stop echoing my father’s words that I was worthless. I healed because I chose to take care of the wound in my heart as I did the wound on my hand.
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