Though I was often at a loss, I was never
powerless. It did not require me to take on
another person’s beliefs blindly and without question. I was not a processed number
in someone’s file. This path was my own to
make and it formed with every step I took,
forcing me to confront my greatest fears and
insecurities. I had to truly look, ask questions
and be proactive. I had to make huge leaps
of faith, mostly in myself and learn to listen
to my intuition. Oh, this path pushed me
through my suffering until I found peace,
grace, acceptance and strength well up
beneath me and propel me forward once
again. And throughout it all, often without
realizing it, the healing was taking place.
Organically, I was led to what I needed in
order to release, renew, recalibrate and
re-emerge as a new person. With each step,
it was me who was taking shape. Letting go
of expectations made room for magic and
mystery to unfold. This is the path of love. It
is the one that leads you towards empowerment, self-responsibility and self-acceptance.
Love is where all healing begins. Pain is
an intrinsic part of life; and, it is a patient
teacher. If you chose to work with pain rather
than fight it, learn to understand what it can
show you, then it will guide you into your
heart and into the most powerful healing
you could ever imagine. This path of love
requires courage, willingness, awareness,
acceptance, self-empowerment, responsibility and gratitude. It’s a journey. But make
no mistake; each of us is more than capable
of walking it in our own unique way. All
dis-ease holds potentials for profound
transformation and healing. All forms of
medicine are sacred callings to immerse
us in the healing waters of love. Life is full of
paradoxes! Sometimes it is in the process of
dying that we learn to live. And through it,
we are reborn.
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