Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Monday, May 22, 2017


“Those who really can receive bread from a stranger and smile in gratitude, can feed many without even realizing it. Those who can sit in silence with their fellow man not knowing what to say but knowing that they should be there, can bring new life in a dying heart. Those who are not afraid to hold a hand in gratitude, to shed tears in grief, and to let a sigh of distress arise straight from the heart, can break through paralyzing boundaries and witness the birth of a new fellowship, the fellowship of the broken.”
                                                           Henri J.M. Nouwen, Out of Solitude

Forget all the degrees
All the training, the classes, the workshops

They have their place
Mostly to save us from ourselves

But, healing is an art
Perhaps a gift

There are healers among us to be sure

They are born perhaps
But more likely they emerge

Struggling out of times of personal pain,
Out of fear, and failure
Out abuse and neglect

These are the people who have been
Beaten and hammered by life
But… have found something within themselves
That has allow them to continue to love
Continue to feel gratitude
And hope

When we are in that place of unbearable pain and grief
They can be there
Because they have been there

Oh, true, some are so wounded
Or so twisted and tainted by life they cannot be healers
Some who are closed and bound

But there are those who are still open
Still receptive
Still giving

But there are those who have walked through the fire
And emerged
Who have gone down to unto death
And arisen

There are healers among us
To be sure

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