A couple of weeks ago, I had a boo-boo. Well, that’s not quite right, I took action that resulted in the unintentional boo-boo.

I cut my finger on a very sharp piece of equipment. The equipment was new. I wasn't using proper safety, so that is my choice. And, I sent the piece of equipment back shortly after it happened.

What I'm wondering about is this idea of removing—in this case—the cause or the source of the injury, the source of the pain. Actually removing that. Which I did externally…. Yet it is rarely about the external.

Our ongoing journey in life is to get to the root, to get to the source of the resistance, of the tension, of the avoidance that often lies deep within us... to get to the root of that.

By allowing these things that happen externally to welcome us into that place of interiority where we can witness what is happening, where we can feel those places in the body where we're being held, where we're unnecessarily storing things. And that is the beauty of practices like Yoga and Breath therapy.

Yes, it looks at the surface—in this case, my little finger—but it moves further down into where that really resides. For example, my relative nonchalance with safety, despite the safety equipment being provided and a warning during that mornings hike from a dear friend, might have a lot to do with how I was showing up that day.

And where does that reside in my somatic being? And what is the invitation there to learn? If we take that another layer... maybe it's inviting me to take more time for self-care, to treat myself with a little bit more attentiveness, maybe.

Maybe.

But all these possibilities show up when we allow the experiences to invite us to welcome whatever is there.

So say yes to the experience as it unfolds and as it appears—with openness and curiosity.

Side note: (or maybe this is the real important part) This happened just before our family Easter gathering. The cut was deep and required specific supplies to be purchased once family had arrived in order to stop the bleeding and tend to it. [Shout out to the two medical experts in our gathering!] My daughter tended to the wound in a bathroom away from the guests, and one by one all my grandchildren who were awake, wandered back to see how Gram Nan was doing. It was if they were magnetically drawn to be supportive. They were so loving; one assisted my daughter and another gently held my free hand. Another patted my head and another my back. They were curious and present; it is with such warmth that this unfolded as they freely tended to me, that it will hold a special space in my heart henceforth.