I wanted to thank a few someones for holding me through some rough times. How could I show gratitude for their wisdom and stamina and insistent Love? How could I hail their SANITY? Everything I wanted to say seemed feeble and self-centric, because it wasn’t so much about how they’d saved me, or how their Love made my healing more possible, it was about the quality of their being. Who they were/are, and everything they’d gone through to earn the wisdom that they poured on me with such generosity.
Every healer has been wounded and initiated themselves with their own concoction. This is my gratitude for the one(s) who shared their supplies with me.
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When someone gives you their medicine
first notice: how it smoothes your shattered edges.
Then: how they placed hope into you so precisely it seems that they brought it back from your future.
And the ultimate blessing: when they walk with you so steadily,