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the necessity of your joy

Pain is a signal from our bodies to tell our brains that we should probably check something out.

It is also a reminder that, after we have addressed the issue, we are still in repair and should not overdo it.
This pain is helpful. Thank you, pain.

Sometimes pain lingers and treatment is not available or available treatment is ineffective. This pain sits and reminds you to do a task that can’t be completed. Sometimes, pain continues even though there is no evident reason for it. This pain reminds you to do a task that doesn’t need doing.

This type of pain is harder to thank. But its existence cannot be changed.

Do you remember that time your hand got slammed in a door and someone asked if you were okay but you couldn’t respond because there were only red diamonds and magma light? There wasn’t much to do about it but eventually that pain faded. Do you know what you would be like if it didn’t?

Can you accept something you cannot thank?

How many impossible things can you believe before breakfast?
(1) this is what healthy feels like in my body
(2) if i seek only to understand, i will be better understood
(3) wealthy people are not selfish by nature and are capable of relinquishing their assets willingly
(4) we are greater than the sum of you and i
(5) because you are in my heart, i will always be excited to hear you sing karaoke
(6) in pain, i still feel the joy of sunlight on my face.

May you receive blessings in your mourning. May you not doubt the necessity of your joy. 

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Day 7 #pandowrimo @adriennemareebrown (How would this moment be different if we had disability justice as a national practice?) What does a world that values the contributions of differently abled as much as able-bodied look (and feel and function) like? @phemsoularts

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