Guest guest Posted June 30, 2008 Report Share Posted June 30, 2008 " Wounded Healers " These words touch a very deep chord in me. While in the school of suffering, exploring the depths and degrees of its touch, its hard to see what it may be working in us. As we may at times cry out " why? " or " when will this end? " or " let me die! " , yet we feel at the mercy of what is happening until we surrender or it releases us. Some of us graduate, others gain strength in seeing that its possible to survive, while others become bitter and frozen in place. I haven't graduated yet, but I have come to understand the treasures we are given when we suffer, and how deeply we can help others because of it. Here is a little story that made a deep impact on me, it says more than I might be able to share. Love, dhyana ******************* There was a woman who lost her baby during the night. For some mysterious reason it died in her arms while she was rocking in a chair. Her husband found them together, the woman just gazing blankly into space, the dead baby held tightly against her heart. Heartbroken, he tried to reach her but she was showing no response. He called everyone he could think of for help: the police, the doctor, friends. As they all gathered there, and each tried, no one could get through to her, or remove the baby from her arms. Finally he thought to call his Pastor, who came right over, yet also failed to get through to the place the motherhad gone to. The Pastor then remembered that another woman in his congregation had recently lost a child and he felt directed to call her to come over. The woman came right over. She knelt before the mother and child quietly waiting. She touched her hand, and the grief stricken mothers looked into each other's eyes. She gently held out her arms and said, " You can let go now. " Slowly the woman came back to herself as tears steamed down both their faces, sharing the pain. She released the baby into the arms of her friend. The husband removed the baby from the room leaving the two mothers alone. They sat in silence holding each other, gaining strength, releasing pain. They each knew what the other was feeling, and in that fellowship of suffering they were able to help each other let go. ************************* Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 30, 2008 Report Share Posted June 30, 2008 Hi Dhyana, Yes, I think this is the heart of healing. We cannot heal or be healed without healing both the healer and the healed. I think one reason western medicine is failing is that they focus only on the body and overlook this simple fact; going for the cure, not the healing. I have enjoyed hearing about your life and I'm very proud of the way that you make your issues a part of your path and not simple obstacles. Peter , " novalees " <dhyana wrote: > > " Wounded Healers " These words touch a very deep chord in me. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 30, 2008 Report Share Posted June 30, 2008 Thanks for sharing this story Dhyana. I remember while I was in the rehab after my accident I was watching an episode of Charles Stanley. He was talking about how our experiences allow us to touch others. To just say " I know how you must feel... " is rather empty, but to say " I KNOW how you feel. " is something that can reach out to someone in a more meaningful way. That really had a deep meaning for me while I was lying broken in that hospital bed. We all have experiences that we can share with the right person at the right time. Sarita , " novalees " <dhyana wrote: > > " Wounded Healers " These words touch a very deep chord in me. > > While in the school of suffering, exploring the depths and degrees of > its touch, its hard to see what it may be working in us. As we may at > times cry out " why? " or " when will this end? " or " let me die! " , yet > we feel at the mercy of what is happening until we surrender or it > releases us. Some of us graduate, others gain strength in seeing that > its possible to survive, while others become bitter and frozen in place. > > I haven't graduated yet, but I have come to understand the treasures > we are given when we suffer, and how deeply we can help others because > of it. Here is a little story that made a deep impact on me, it says > more than I might be able to share. > > Love, dhyana > > ******************* > > There was a woman who lost her baby during the night. For some > mysterious reason it died in her arms while she was rocking in a > chair. Her husband found them together, the woman just gazing blankly > into space, the dead baby held tightly against her heart. > > Heartbroken, he tried to reach her but she was showing no response. He > called everyone he could think of for help: the police, the doctor, > friends. As they all gathered there, and each tried, no one could get > through to her, or remove the baby from her arms. Finally he thought > to call his Pastor, who came right over, yet also failed to get > through to the place the motherhad gone to. The Pastor then > remembered that another woman in his congregation had recently lost a > child and he felt directed to call her to come over. > > The woman came right over. She knelt before the mother and child > quietly waiting. She touched her hand, and the grief stricken mothers > looked into each other's eyes. She gently held out her arms and said, > " You can let go now. " Slowly the woman came back to herself as tears > steamed down both their faces, sharing the pain. She released the baby > into the arms of her friend. > > The husband removed the baby from the room leaving the two mothers alone. > > They sat in silence holding each other, gaining strength, releasing > pain. They each knew what the other was feeling, and in that > fellowship of suffering they were able to help each other let go. > > ************************* > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 30, 2008 Report Share Posted June 30, 2008 I can totally relate to this as well. I've been through many things that work in this manner, but the heart attack last July 4th is the one I am relating just now. Actually both of us went through it, myself from the patient pov, and Angel from the distraught family pov. Two different experiences, two different aspects of empathy we have grown into. Thomas Re: Wounded Healers Thanks for sharing this story Dhyana. I remember while I was in the rehab after my accident I was watching an episode of Charles Stanley. He was talking about how our experiences allow us to touch others. To just say " I know how you must feel... " is rather empty, but to say " I KNOW how you feel. " is something that can reach out to someone in a more meaningful way. That really had a deep meaning for me while I was lying broken in that hospital bed. We all have experiences that we can share with the right person at the right time. Sarita Kundalini-Awakening <%40> -Systems-1 , " novalees " <dhyana wrote: > > " Wounded Healers " These words touch a very deep chord in me. Some of us graduate, others gain strength in seeing that > its possible to survive, while others become bitter and frozen in place. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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