The Phantom

 I want to share a thought that came to me yesterday. 

It started when I was thinking about a friend whose leg was amputated several years ago. She still feels the phantom leg. 

Then I thought about all if my treasures that Gilbert lost, on purpose it seems - they that keep popping into my mind, and I see them, and my heart grieves they are gone, gone somewhere to some unknown people and places. 

They haunt me. They are my phantom things. I cry less, but my heart still hurts. How long will my phantom things bring me angst?  I keep releasing it all over and over. It occurred to me yesterday that Gilbert wounded me deeply, and talking it through is a sort of peroxide cleansing it so it can heal. I need to find a way to let the wound heal and not reopen it. I hope and pray I'm almost there.

I urge you to heal your wounds too.  Whole, well people are needed. God bless you dear spiritual friend.