Joelle Deyo holds a degree in Fine Arts from Cal Poly, Pomona and is an artist residing in Glendora, California.
Joelle knows the pain of marital infidelity, betrayal and divorce, and she is a survivor of addiction, childhood sexual abuse, and Anorexia.
She brings a wealth of experience to Wings Like Eagles, and is willing to be transparent and real so that our readers who have traveled similar paths will have someone with whom they can relate.
She is an advocate for the recovery process, and is a firm believer that there is hope, and a fulfilling life on the other side of Crisis.
It is Joelle's hope is that her experiences, past and present, will bring perspective and encouragement to those who are in the middle of their own life battles and who have been stuck in the pit, just like her.
I’m one of those people who love to ask why.
It’s not enough for me to
know that a baby can grow within a woman’s womb. I want to know why a single
cell divides into two and why those cells divide again and begin to specialize
in their functions. I want to know why some cells become heart cells and others
become brain cells. I want to know why an organized clump of neurons can tell
another organized lump of cardiomyocytes to begin to control the flow of blood
in the body. I want to know why the cell nucleus reads and copies strands of
DNA into RNA and why individual oxygen, nitrogen, and carbon atoms even “know”
to form DNA in the first place. And whenever someone attempts to explain the
bottom line to me, I don’t say, “Thank you for that enlightening speech on the
radioactive decay of free neutrons.” Instead, I ask, “Why?”
Do you see my problem? My thirst for understanding is nearly insatiable,
but sometimes it happens that I can’t dissect something down to its smallest
parts and gain a comprehensive knowledge of it.
My own soul, for example, does not consist of tangible components, which
can be studied under a microscope. Within it, all of my experiences, memories,
and dreams for the future are contained, as are my feelings of love and fear.
It is the little internal driver that prompts me toward one course of action or
another, yet it cannot be isolated and analyzed. I call it my “heart,” but it
is not made of muscle and blood. It consists purely of elements that are
immeasurable. It is the part of me that contains all of the whys – that yearns
toward an understanding of itself and of the world around it.
It’s natural to question. It’s part of what makes us human. It’s
especially natural to question when we are in a period of healing. We need to
ask ourselves why certain life events may have lead to others. We need to know
what we’ve been working with so that we can change patterns that haven’t been
working well for us, at all.
In this examination we can break down the content of the soul – to a
point – and determine its overall health. But even this process has limits.
Sometimes we go back as far as we can go, or down as deep as we can go, and at
the root of the matter is not an “ah-ha!” but another maddening “why?”
How do we make sense of, or find meaning in our lives when the ultimate
questions we’re asking don’t come with ready answers, or when we’re faced with
painful, confusing thoughts when we’re in need of comfort, yet our thirst for
understanding goes unstated?
I know that even if I go to bed tonight and lie awake asking the
greatest existential question in the history of great existential questions,
and spend the whole night biting my nails as I wait for the answer to pop into
my head, I still have to get up tomorrow morning and be. I have to get up every morning and be until my days on this earth, in this body, at this point in
time, are done.
I have some options available to me as to how I might go about doing
this. I can move forward in anger and frustration over all of the things I
don’t yet understand and hurl blame at everyone and everything around me. I can
live in a perpetual state of internal torment over the unknowns. I can put up
walls and block out every uncomfortable feeling. Or, I can choose to follow the
path of acceptance.
I talk a lot about acceptance because I believe it’s a key to Life. I
believe it is the only way to move from being locked within a prison made of
unanswered questions, to walking out into the world in love, as free men and
women. Acceptance is a form of trust. Of faith, if you will, in the idea that
we are each enrolled in a unique course of learning and growth and that our
stories are what they are for a reason – even if we do not know what that
reason is right now.
We can allow our struggles and suffering to be our teachers, to make us soft where we need softening, and strong where we need to develop backbone, or we can spend a lifetime getting lost in the minutia and trying to answer the final why when it is not ours to know.
We can allow our struggles and suffering to be our teachers, to make us soft where we need softening, and strong where we need to develop backbone, or we can spend a lifetime getting lost in the minutia and trying to answer the final why when it is not ours to know.
I am well aware of what it’s like to be tangled up inside of myself
hunting for tiny pieces to the puzzle, hoping that just one more scrap will
show up and fit just right so that I can finally make sense out of…everything.
I also know how great it feels to let the questions go for a while and just set
my eyes on the road before me. As I let go, I find clarity. As I find clarity,
I learn peace. As I learn peace, I discover the heart of love. Within love
there is freedom, and in freedom I can change.
Before the beautiful face of transformation, all of the unanswered
questions fade away. My days may be lived with hands that are open, receiving
and releasing without fear, and my hope will be found moment by new moment as I
accept what has been, and allow the answers to come in their own season.
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