I think there is a certain perception around healers. One that would indicate that they live a carefree life. That all boo boos are taken care of, and that they can freely and effortlessly tend to their own needs. For myself and a few others I found that this limited belief holds no truth or value. In fact I know of a couple others, shamanic healers as well as energy healers that struggle along despite their abilities to spread love and light, myself included.
Fact is that healers are no wonder beings. They are not perfect and they are actually far from it. They get drained easily, putting all of themselves into a healing for someone else. They feel action, emotions and even the unspoken word at a much deeper level than most. Healers are people who stared into the face of pain and suffering, found the courage to go on and managed to stare right back at it. Healers are not born this way and spend a great deal in darkness, isolated, trying to make sense of it all while finding there way. They are created out of their own adversity and trials. In the process of finding themselves, they hope to inspire others to do the same and in return they are rewarded with a great sense of contribution and making a difference in the world. This is one of the most important attributes of a healer. To matter, to help, to be heard and seen, to spread love and light, while instilling a sense serenity and hope. A sense of belonging. Healers are people who have learned to transform the pain into love and see the lessons and the silver lining.
Healers are people like you and me, struggling with every day life. We reinvent ourselves over and over, adjusting to stay flexible to the bends and twists of life. Healers light the way for others and usually carry a heavier burden until they arrive at that famous crossroads of giving up or serving as a beacon. All of us end up there, but not all of us hear the call to serve. It’s hard enough to make it on our own. Healers are no magicians and definitely don’t own a magic wand. There is nothing witch-crafty or abracadabra like going on, but a understanding that everything is energy and vibration.
I wish I could have known a healer or two throughout my life while I was growing up. To be able to tap into that guided wisdom while still figuring things out on my own. Sometimes it feels like an awful lot of time had to pass to figure it all out and I remind myself of the saying “Better later then never” while there is plenty left to learn. I can’t help but wonder at times of what would have been, who I would be, how lucky I would have been to have a father figure in my life and didn’t lose him at such a young age. I guess tonight I am walking down the path of memory lane, of what if’s, and what could have been. It’s a mere curiosity, one that doesn’t hold regrets or any hard feelings. It’s a realization that everything could have been completely different in the instance of a moment and it helps put my “now” into perspective.