RESETTING A BODY OF BROKEN BONES
Tomorrow I am returning to ACA (on-line). It strikes me that we ACA's are a bit like a body of broken bones. Broken, but often stronger in those broken places: "As long as we are on earth, the love that unites us will bring us suffering by our very contact with one another, because this love is a resetting of a Body of broken bones." (Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation, 2007, 70).
Forty-two years ago today, I was nineteen years old, living in Windsor, and literally a body of broken bones in a hospital after a car crash: "Our bones are dried up and our hope has perished. (Ez 37:11).
Now years later I am filled with gratitude and awe to be remembering a friend I lived next door to in Windsor. She had an older sister who I think became a journalist at the Windsor Star? There was something magical to me about this sister who became a journalist.
Next, I did some research and learned she had indeed become a journalist-- a staff writer at the Windsor Star. Then I was able to find an article she wrote called, Remembering the Face of a Past Time and Town (1985).
I can't explain how, but her story about remembering Windsor gives me back something of the history that was stolen from me.
It resets and enfleshes it.
"... and the bones came together, bone to its bone. I looked, and there were sinews on them, and flesh had come upon them, and skin had covered them." (Ezekiel 37:7-8).
The writer in me rising from trauma?
Cb
Amen
