The cracks is where the light comes in
The hard blows life delivers to us, wound us deeply, yes, but mostly they open us up. They crack the hard shell of invulnerability and hubris and let the soft light of empathy pour in.
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune remove our blinders, if only temporarily, and life takes depths and colors unknown before.
It is being said that it is only the wounded healer who can really heal. This year, once again, I came face to face with the old Lady Fate. In her deep, all knowing eyes I saw the threat of death, and the fear of suffering. And then she raised her hand and her old knurled finger pointed to so much more: The love of family, the support of friends, the kindness of strangers, but most of all I saw, I saw the boundless empathy and kindness of other wounded healers. My heart lifted like a feather, and opened like a cherry blossom in the midst of a February storm to welcome the mystery that is Life.
So, this year I have a very special and very personal wish for our magic tree: Please keep all the wounded healers healthy and strong so we can continue to shine the light of hope even in the darkest nights of the soul.