I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Monday, February 1, 2016
wounded healers
" I will soothe you and heal you,
I will bring you roses.
I too have been covered with thorns. "
- RUMI
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it is difficult
if not impossible
to be a healer
unless one in some way has been wounded themselves
those who have not yet tasted
pain
and failure
who have not yet felt the pangs of despair
or gazed hopelessly into the future
those born too rich, too beautiful,
so often find it impossible
to find the ability to be truly present
truly compassionate
instead there is an impatience
driven by success
and a belief
that the answer is held
within one’s hand
and needs merely be dispensed
to those who were simply too weak
too flawed
to have grasped it before
I remember when I was a young pastor
and had all the answers
O, how liberally I bestowed my “solutions”
and then my life fell apart
success turned into failure
prominence turned into banishment and exclusion
then and only then
(and even then with difficulty, for I was still
all too wise in my
own regard)
was I able to let go of answers
and grab hold of empathy and compassion
only then could I let go of being “above”,
and find the power of
being with
only then did I stop speaking
stop propounding
and start listening
and start being present
with love and compassion
healing happens
when in our hearts the words echo
me too
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