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.
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