Here you can see where it lives, how comfortable it sits and its present condition. The cross is the place of the tattoo where the machine registers its lasers. The dashes indicate the area being treated.
Owning one of these drags one out of denial. It's a manifest lump. But its reality is with us all the time. Everything dies. Death stalks. It may come by surprise or accumulate incrementally, or torture slowly. Why and how is a mystery with us for every event of our mortal lives. We image its presence as foreboding and painful but, is it also a blessing? If I don't take life for granted I learn to appreciate the power and beauty of physical existence and with that experience, I know there is more. If this blackhead is the sum of all my fears, then sitting quietly and bathing in the knowledge there is more, is the blessing of my lump. It reminds me of the truly wonderful presence of life and the mystery.
This lump however is not painful. The sum of my fears is my pain. For others the physical torture of their lump and/or the cure to their illness is excruciating, requiring palliative care. I hope this engagement with the 'other' (aka 'the mystery', the 'True Source') is the place in the sun when all around is pain. I am reminded of the words to a negro spiritual song, This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it Shine, let it Shine, let it Shine, I'm gonna let it Shine.
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