wounded.  I have this wound on my hand.  Yesterday morning around 5:30 a.m., I sliced my right hand just below my pinky on the lid of a can of tuna.

The great blessings that are my friends came into work early, as well as drove me to the hospital, where my wound was cleaned/sanitized, numbed (although it was already numb), stitched closed with three sutures, and finally bandaged.  a few hours later the anaesthesia wore off and an achey pain set in, this deep sort of soreness, exhaustion in the palm of my hand.  There is also a sensitive and surprise in the knuckle at the base of my pinky.  My pinky finger, particularly the outside edge of it, is still numb and hot.  and I wonder…

will this finger forever have a different experiences of experiences?  will it feel differently?  will it move differently?  will this be something changed in my life- the relationship of my pinky to the rest of the world?  or will this shock slash potential nerve damage be something that heals slowly at the rate it does?

Hmm…typing is a curious exercise for me?  I am considering it practice in the getting to know my new pinky and the ways in which it experiences the world.

In seven to ten days, I can have my stiches removed.  phew.  I experience feelings of shame and anger for being what my mind says was so careless.  slash amazing circumstances.

amazing to me how these things happen.  How I can spend days and nights and hours and car rides worrying about what might happen, and how when things do happen they happen, and all of the worrying only served to drain my spirit and limit my presence in a situation.  An important thing for me to remember, I think.

I am curious to see and be with my body as it heals.  what the process might be like.  to the newness of experiences–