Like you are right now, I too was once filled with hope. Hope that I could get ‘better’, that I could ‘return to how I was before’ or at least, ‘feel good’ for a while.
We all have our stories of how we got to where we are now. The paths we took, and the ones left undiscovered. The words that were spoken, and the others we choked back. The daring deeds we did, and the even braver ones that took place inside our minds.
Equally true, the brave warriors who managed to fight their way from Hell to Here all have their stories of how they did it. Somewhere in their story, our hero or heroine will proudly shout the one special bit of magic that transformed them forever. Some swear by energy healing, others say meditation, or perhaps a specific homeopathy tincture.
“Ah,” you say to yourself, “that’s what I need to do.” And off you go, following someone else’s cure for what ailed them, hoping it will also heal you.
Are you so different from the warriors who are already Here? No. We all started out the same. With hope.
Hope is the key ingredient. Hope is faith, that untouchable belief that came out of seemingly nowhere, that there is something better for you. Indeed, hope is what separates you from the mere dreamers. Hope is the spark that has you searching for the magic right now.
Without first having hope, nothing else can follow.
Because of course, something must follow.
And that something is action.
“What specific action are you talking about?” you ask, curiosity piqued. Why, any action at all, of course.
It takes real courage to take that first step, doesn’t it? It’s a herculean effort to pick up the phone and admit to a stranger that you need help. Perhaps your fingers feel like lead as you drag them over your keyboard to fill out the Contact form. It takes pure conviction to decide that you will try anything in your search to get better (I know, because I’ve done it too). And here’s the kicker – to then actually do it.
Courage is the act of doing something without the slightest reason to believe that it will work out all right, or at all. It’s doing something with the full knowledge that you just might fail. It’s the act of walking where previously only your talk had ventured.
I’ve had to take this meander through the wilds of unknown territory several times throughout my life. Believe me, each time was just as crazy scary as the first. In my blog, you will read about my latest journey. Most will never learn about my earlier journeys, at least not yet. One day I may be brave enough to share.
What fuels this courage? What makes you say “Excuse me please,” as you gingerly step around your normally cautious self? What else? Hope. A fire that turns a normally sedate belly into a warm glow that quietly radiates out to heat your furthest extremities. That dream in your head of how you know you can be. Hold tight to that, because it’s all you’ve got.
As your hope fuels your courage, and as each courageous step takes you down the rabbit hole of trial and error, of success and failure, which in turn fuels your hope, know this: your healing journey is as unique as the path you took to get here.
Now, I ask you. Strike that. I implore you. Stop looking for that singular bean that will magically transform your life. I can tell you from years of experience, it is only after you complete your transformation, only after you have battled dragons, crossed deserts, and matched wits, will you be able to look back and connect the dots that got you from Hell to Here. And once Here, you too will be crowing from the rooftops to those still stuck in Hell, it was this ONE thing that saved me.
But was it really just one thing? It seems like it. It really does. However, it is actually just the cherry on top. The time when all the jumbled, jagged pieces are magically attracted to each other in just the right way and at just the right time, to reveal the picture that was there all along. I’m not saying this is bad. It’s good, because all journeys, no matter how amazing, need to come to a satisfying conclusion. If not, where would all the good stories come from?
What I am saying is, enjoy each step into something stinky. Revel in the naughty, perhaps even terrifying curiosity of Knockturn Alley, just as much as you scamper down the brightly lit streets of Diagon. For each right turn, expect several lefts.
Know that each step, no matter how wrong it seems at the time, is still a journey in the right direction. Know that you are learning, growing, and fitting those eternally frustrating puzzle pieces together with each courageous step you take. Nothing is ever wasted, unless you choose to throw it away.
I am a healer. I love what I do, and I believe in what I do with all my heart. I have faith that I went through my various journeys for a reason, so I may stand strong beside you when you are weak. I believe that I sat in and came to terms with my deepest shame so that I am fully here to empathize with you when you share yours.
And while I would absolutely love to be the cherry on top of your healing journey, the crowning glory of all your hard work, I know that is not possible for everyone. Perhaps I am your very first courageous step down the yellow brick road, and you are destined to seek many more healers after me. Maybe you are a seasoned traveler and I am simply a friendly way station where you stop to re-supply. Or perhaps you are nearing the summit of your lonely mountain, when you look up to see my hand reaching down. You grasp it, and together you take those final steps to arrive Here.
Wherever you are on your healing journey, please allow me to be a part of it, in whatever way you need or want. Have faith that you found yourself here, reading this now, for some greater purpose. Realize that the path before you is shrouded in mystery, while having hope that all will be revealed.
Does your belly surge with hope? Are you courageous enough to take a step, any step, that may eventually deliver you from Hell to Here? If so, then join the ranks of the warriors. Contact me.