02/03/2026
Inspired by a conversation with a friend, I thought I’d share a lesson with you today.
The healing spiral. 🌀 Some see it as beads on a string wrapped into a spiral. We hit the bead and another healing journey begins.
I see it as a cupboard, a closet, wardrobe, armoire. We do the work. The healing feels complete. We pack everything away and move on.
We raise our consciousness, and the door pops open. Everything tumbles out again. Another healing crisis and another journey begins.
My brother, as a carpenter, would see all the pieces that came for healing as made of wood. He’d imagine sanding them down to be a little smaller each time.
And away they go again.
Many years ago a friend going through divorce was at this place. She was too exhausted to sand. And instead hers were made of ice. She lay them in the sun to melt a little.
And back they went. The journey continues.
I hit a bursting cupboard yesterday. Grief popping out to say hello. I tried hard to shove it back. Today I’m sitting with it. Some sanding. Some melting. 🫠
No shoving. I’ll feel the feels. Hand on heart. Breathe. Move a little more slowly. Drink more tea. Cuddle the cats. And allow…
If you’ve read this far, I guess you get this. This isn’t for everyone to recognise. May you allow gentleness and love along the journey.
Big love 💕
Jacqueline