As a child, they kiss your boo boo
And it feels better.
When your ice cream cone falls to the ground
You feel bad.
In school, when you score a 100,
A big smile, and feeling of pride, fills you up.
But, when Johnny calls you “funny face,” you hurt.
Your mother’s spaghetti, or your dad’s grilled cheese, warm your tummy,
And give you a sense of completeness.
When you have a dry cough, a hot chocolate or honey with warm lemon juice is more soothing that anything from the pharmacy.
I am a warrior. I am a natural woman. I am a healer.
The best heart surgeon cannot cure a broken heart.
The man in the white coat with an office plastered with diplomas cannot strengthen your soul.
The “brilliant” MD cannot feed your ego what it has been lacking.
The google search for cures doesn’t fulfill your quest for inner knowledge.
I am a warrior. I am a natural woman. I am a healer.
The healer uses presence and balance to fill emotional holes.
The healer listens to the words…the silence…and the body…
With sensitivity. Loving kindness. Non-judgement.
The healer taps into the powers of the earth to minimize pain and dis-ease.
The healer allows tears to flow to wash away pain.
The healer respects and recognizes our planet’s power to heal,
The healer embraces one’s own powers to heal.