There have been discussions going on around me about using the word "healer" since I first got into this work about five years ago. Having come from a long background in academics (my kids understand my almost-PhD as 23rd grade)... I came down firmly in the camp that I could never call myself a "healer". It made me so very uncomfortable... and someone else using it made me wince. Really. My aversion to the term was intense.
So, each time this conversation inevitably came around (funny how those things we really need to come to terms with will follow us and give us repeated opportunities to do so)... I would consider the term again... and find its users full of hubris, of self-importance, and most offensively, claiming a power they most certainly did not have. I judged them harshly... and as unworthy of the term... which was how I judged myself. I searched for all kinds of terms that I could use to describe what I do... body translator, physical intuitive... but all of them required further explanation. So time wore on, and I learned to navigate the waters around the iceberg that is "healer" without causing any major damage to my ship. However, I did become aware that my mental controversy around the term was showing itself in my inability to talk with ease about my work. I would always hesitate when someone said, "What do you do?", because the first thing that my brain always did about half way through the question was to begin the dance around the language. It meant that my first sentence about what I do was always stuttered... and it cost me confidence.
Somewhere recently, though, between the consideration of how our breath is the metaphor for life... that conjunction of body, spirit, and mind... that drawing deep and real breaths is the first act to fully inhabiting our lives... and how shame inhibits that life so dangerously... that I realized that I have to claim the word "healer". In fact, even more than that, I WANT to claim the word. It is not that I consider myself a healer of others... not directly... but that I claim my truth as a healer of myself. I stand tall in my truth... and offer the possibility to others that they can embrace their healer too. I reflect "healer", and as such I am a healer. I am not unique in this... I don't have any more power than anyone else... we are all healers. The power is in the willingness to live life fully... to give voice to the shames that keep us small... that is healing. No one can do that for you. Healing is a door you must step through alone. But if you are willing to do it... by virtue of your healing, the invitation to live life fully goes out to others around you... and in that way we will all heal others by healing ourselves.
So here I stand, with my energetic roots in the ground, my weight in my feet, the support of the earth rising through my body to hold me tall, my heart open and full of grace... and I'm here to say...
I AM A HEALER
I'm an explorer of inner realms, a pattern observer, and an invitation maker. I believe that healing the world starts within.
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