Last night, we accidentally locked our cat, Professor, in the garage. When we finally discovered her six hours later, she was truly freaked out! It reminded me of the basic principle when working with trauma – trauma is trauma no matter what the cause. She came out meowing wildly, wobbly, disoriented, refusing to eat or […]
Last night I dreamt that I was out at sea in a speeding boat. As the boat rushed, I held tight to the string of a red helium balloon that was sailing along behind me. Suddenly, with a gust of wind, I lost my grip and the balloon went flying off into the clouds … The red balloon of my dream cautioned me to slow down. Upon waking, I remembered that we are entering the Season of Water, the time of year when the life force settles down into the roots. It is a time to rest, to gestate and restore. It is time to honor the things we cannot fathom.
If we are to practice our medicine to its fullest potential and allow it to heal and transform the suffering of our modern world, we ourselves must become “they.” We must be like the “healers of old” who know with our hearts as well as our minds. We must learn once again to speak with the plants, to touch the spirits who reside in the acupuncture points, to see the streaming of the rivers of life that flow through every aspect of the cosmos. We must discover again our own capacity to see, to know and to heal the soul as well as the body.
Alchemical healing is not about protocols, insurance codes, needle techniques or superbills. It is about relating deeply and changing people’s lives.
One of my dearest friends is dying of cancer. Richard was diagnosed just shy of a year ago, and each visit now that I get to share with him feels especially poignant. As he dies, he is teaching me about death, about how not to be afraid of it, about how to face it and talk about it openly, and about how a person can die with dignity and graceful acceptance.