I am going to use my emotions, whatever they are to understand you. If I can help you with this process I am attempting to practice a healing scheme. When you fall ill you struggle to pick yourself up–this is the process of healing. The healing arts and sciences attempt to move energy along this loading line. We exist on a plane between these extremities. Someplace between these two polarities, we practice something called “falling ill” and “becoming well”. They are analogous to being awake and being asleep, to being conscious and being unconscious. Where does healing come in? What exactly can be healed? Is it ever the mind and not the body, or ever the body and not the mind?Įssentially there are two elements that might concern us: one is light and the other is darkness.
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He hit a patch of salt and sanding from winter. And, did you know the boy that is maimed for life when his motorcycle slid off the road. And when you are through watching that gruesome image fly away, a dear friend calls to say she is beginning treatment for lung cancer. You can not pretty-up a red-winged hawk flying away with a five pound Yorkie in its claws. The more I can live with death the more I can live out my consciousness to its fullest.ĭarkness is not sweet. One hundred and thirty years ago these dreams-things were the promise of charlatans. Freud had hoped that chemistry would dismantle our need for neurosis, but neither Westinghouse, nor General Electric has provided much to go on. Maybe the genome for feelings will be discovered. In time they become a disease that language recognizes, and from the beginning, they are a story, a narrative that forms what we call life–the force of being alive. And to Caleb that was still mysterious.Īll we know now about these emotions is that they hide in the body until they can not hide. Snapped bones and disease he knew about, but the fragmented emotions they receded to a location that his ancestors called the soul. Everything took time to heal and somethings never healed at all. At least that is how he chose to bear and grin the anger, and the sadness that was exposed on his face.
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