I looked at the henna tattoos and asked her – are you able to cover this up for me, please? She said: Never hide your scars as they remind you how far you have come on your Journey. Not the answer I wanted to hear as to me it looked unsightly. That was two years ago.Let me share with you how I obtained that scar. As I reached over to water the pot plants on the window sill I felt the heat of the steam of the kettle. A slightly uncomfortable tinge. I was rushing to meet a friend in the beautiful Garden opposite my apartment but knew I still have enough time to squeeze in my morning cuppa and my quiet time.Hey, look at your arm! Was all I heard and as I looked down all I saw was a long blister in the form of a smile on my arm. I did not feel the pain immediately as it was slight. It was there but I could ignore it. It however left an unsightly scar. A reminder of a time when I was eager to please others, wanting to be there for others and ensure all around me was happy.The second one happened a year ago as I was about to pop the slice of toast out of the toaster. I noted the kettle is not standing in its proper place. Someone moved it close to the toaster area. I reached out to pop out the toast just as the kettle started boiling. I felt the heat of the steam directly onto the naked flesh and felt the tears swelling up behind my eyelids. I was in a rush wanting to make space for the housekeeper to be in the kitchen. I placed an ice cube on it hiding the burn I felt on my arm, and my eyes, and left the house to attend a meeting I committed myself to. I was in pain but covered the huge pink blister with the sleeve of my blazer ensuring no one can see it and I carefully hid the pain in my eyes with a smile. It was painful and took a long time to heal. The unsightly round circle on the inside of my left arm is a reminder of me pretending I am fine at a time when I was not.It was last week when I heard my phone beeping with great urgency. It was a message and directly thereafter it went off again and again. This person wanted my attention. I noted the kettle boiling. I noted my phone on charge next to the kettle. This time I was fully aware of the possible consequence if I should reach for the phone. I let the kettle reach full boiling point and reached for the phone a while thereafter only. I saw the message and made a decision not to reply. Not to react. I decided to respond by placing the phone back on the counter and drinking my coffee with ease and in peace.I have two scars as I was not mindful of myself, who I am, and what my needs are. As I sip my coffee I look at my scars..now exposed for all to see. Yes, these two scars are a reminder of what I did not know… If I knew that day what I know Now.Eleanor
I looked at the henna tattoos and asked her - are you able to cover this up for me please? She said: Never hide your scars as they remind you how far you have come on your Journey. Not the answer I wanted to hear as to me it looked unsightly. That was two years ago.
