Uncured + Okay :: Intro

We can be both, ya know?

Uncured—wounds open and raw, scabs scarring, healing unfinished—and okay. Bleeding and breathing, unsure and steady, harrowed and hopeful.

But no one tells us this, that we can find a durable, sure home in what hurts. That life doesn’t have to be “flutter ponds and lily trees,” as my great-grandfather would say, for peace, purpo…