The words of Rumi, the Persian poet and mystic, give an instant lift: “The wound is the place where the light enters you.”
But the painful reality of wounds is that the light needs time to do its work.
When the wound is profound, like grief at the loss of someone you love, the darkness does not brighten at once.
Instead, the light works in ways you do not know and for a time cannot even feel.
Daily life continues, of course.
You take care of your tasks. You walk. You talk.
But the dance has gone out of your rhythms.