Healer in the Wilderness

“Healer”, not literally.  In the realm of relationships, “healer” connects with change.  “We are hurt in relationships, we find healing in relationships.”  (Anonymous).   This post is a metaphorical narrative.

The healer …

comes to the thick of the wilderness, starts her fire, stokes the fire, pulls a few sitting-stumps close, and sits by the fire. The healer’s eyes are  kind, with a spark; seeing deeper into the wilderness of men and women.  Seasoned, calm countenance, the healer brings to the wilderness hope … hope never given lightly, never received lightly. This healer is a redemptive disruptor. 

Sojourners come to this place in the wilderness to see the healer, to sit by the fire; a fire that brings light in the night.  Some sojourners want to be known, want to be seen; others cautious of being known, being seen.  The fire is a healing process: at times unpleasant, illuminating incorrect thinking, problematic emotions.  Sojourners face the healing of the flame, with different styles of avoidance. In the wilderness, some  things need to change, some things need to go.

Sojourner sits across from the healer, the other side of the fire; cautiously and respectfully, for a short period. The healer listens, thinks about the spoken, thinks about the unsaid.  The healer speaks, while listening, her words are healing words; questions intentional; silence accentuated.  I am reminded of a dialog in C. S. Lewis’ The Chronicles of Narnia (my paraphrase):

Peter:  “Is he (Aslan the lion) safe?”

Mr. Beaver: “Is he safe?  No!  He is not safe.  But he is good.”

The healer’s eyes, not always safe.  But they are good.  Change agents are that way.  The healer’s mind is good, but not readable.  The healer’s work is important, but not predictable.  The sojourner’s stay is for a short time, meeting with the healer; leaves with peace; a sacred, arcane, peace.

Fire / http://www.rasalilafest.com/empowerment-drum-circle-by-campfire

 

 

 

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7 thoughts on “Healer in the Wilderness

    1. You could write a post on that piece, alone, Beth. The healing / transformation cannot happen without us releasing our own role as the healer: community, two or more. The “healer” cannot do the work, alone. Thanks for taking time to give me something more to think about.

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  1. When I find myself sinking into the black cloud of being, many times the hug of my youngest child–her little arms wrapped tightly around my core–seems like magic. I’m not implying I’m instantly healed or anything, but I truly feel some sort of healing magic passed from her little being to mine. Another well-written, thought-provoking post, T. Virtual hug~~~

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    1. This is powerful … I wonder if you would want to take this comment you wrote, and put into one of your posts at some point. If that suggestion doesn’t resonate with you, then just know that what you wrote is beautiful, and powerful. The irony and transcendence that a child offers her mother through a hug … as you say, seems like healing magic. Thanks for your authenticity, acknowledging your own experiences with the black cloud, what I consider the Black Dog.

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