Yesterday was a busy day, a fulfilling day, and a day of contrasts.  I spent a day with other students learning healing techniques and practicing them on one another.  That is what I would like to be remembered for — being a healer.  For some, this might imply that I have plans to attend medical school or to become a nurse; but neither of those is in my plans.  I have filled many roles in my lifetime so far – I have been a daughter, a student, a spouse, a mother, a grandmother, a worker, a writer, a friend.  As time goes on, I am sure the list will grow; but within each of those roles, I have tried to be someone who brings healing and peace to my world.  Some healers do study medicine; but they do not become healers by going to school.  I think healers are born.  Being a doctor is something I could learn to do.  Being a healer is who I am.

It was wonderful during my workshop time yesterday to be in the company of other healers.  There was an energy in the room that just lifted us all as we learned to use Energy Medicine to balance each other’s wellness.  There is nothing quite like having the chance to share times like these with other people who mirror my own passion for healing.  I floated home on clouds of joy at the end of our time together, carrying with me some new knowledge and a renewed sense of purpose.

Just as we were ready to sit down for dinner, the telephone rang; and so began the contrast.  The person on the other end of the call wanted trouble.  She wanted to make herself feel better by attacking me.  My experience with people who choose this way to live is that their attacks generally don’t satisfy their need to justify their choices.  As I sat and listened to this woman defend herself and heard her accusations against a multitude of other people, including me, my first impulse was to fight back.  When someone is desperate enough to blame the whole world for the sadness and pain she has chosen, I think it would be a fairly easy thing to attack her and to win.  As I listened and felt a knot start to form in the pit of my stomach, I was drawn to the contrast between that knot and the free-flowing joy that had been mine only minutes earlier.  In that moment of contrasts, I knew what I had to do.

I am a healer.  I choose to bring healing to the world around me.  I held onto my joy and resisted the impulse to attack.  I listened with my heart; and although I knew that the things this person said were not true, I looked for the wounded part of her that would lead her to make such a choice.  I did my best to build on the things that needed to be strengthened.  I refused to be anything but love in my response to her attack.  In the end, she ran out of steam.  In the end we did not need to declare a winner or a loser.  Do I think that this short conversation healed all the anger and sadness and confusion of the woman who called?  Of course not.  But I am a healer — it is who I am and it is what I do — and for a few minutes I was able to share some healing compassion with someone who was lost.

Contrasts are good teachers.  They show us the good and the bad, the joyful and the sad, the light and the darkness.  We must not let the contrasts we see around us change who we are.  We must learn to be love when our love is received and we must learn to be love when our love is thrown away.  I am a healer.  That is what I do.