On Being Healed.... and Pudding

I don’t call myself a healer because I don’t heal anyone. You, your Body, your Spirit, and whatever your name is for the Divine are in charge of that. I am a healing mentor. I walk alongside, as a fellow human, with some skills to share. I am in this too, right there with you!

This outfit I’m running is called “Honey Creek Healing”, with an ”-ing”, because healing is an action, an ongoing thing. Few of us will reach enlightenment in this life, so letting go of that hope or expectation would really be helpful. As psycho-therapist Laura Anderson says, “If we keep the definition of healing as constantly working toward an elusive end goal, we’re going to be very discouraged.”

Healing is not a linear journey. Our Western minds really have a hard time letting go of this one, myself included. While not opposed to it, I tend to avoid using the phrase “healing journey” to keep away from this temptation. In this embodied life, one never gets to this mythical land of “healed” – where heavenly light beams from you and you are free from all earthly concerns. That vision can set us up for some unrealistic expectations of the human experience.

I prefer to think about it as strengthening your bone matrix. With proper care, diet, and weight-bearing exercise, bone becomes stronger, more fortified. It becomes harder to break and quicker to recover if stressed or broken. Or healing can be like the growth of a strong tree. A tree is never done growing. It might reach its maximum height and then becomes thicker, stronger.  Healing is like becoming an old sentinel oak – trunk getting wider, roots going deeper, branches and leaves balanced low to high. Or, healing can be like becoming a soft and majestic weeping willow with unmistakable presence, flowing, flexible, strong enough to bend, to feel… never finished, there is no end goal in mind, just being.

Bones and trees are not invincible – they are part of the real world of things that break, but bones get knit back together, and some trees when cut to the ground re-sprout from their roots. They are resilient, in a constant, steady march towards aliveness, however that looks.

Healing means turning all the “what ifs” to “even ifs” – as in even if it all falls apart, even if the bone breaks, the tree is cut down, I will be ok, I will heal again and again, and grow back again and again, no matter what comes at me – no matter how slow or even stagnant I am at times, life WILL flow through me. Healing brings us to this belief, that we deserve to heal, that we are worthy of healing, of becoming strong, and that we have the capacity to do this.

If you are reading these things and doubt is filling your Body – know that that sensation is not coming from you. It was a story told to you, through words, actions, or inactions by people or a society that were and are suffering… This isn’t your Heart speaking. You CAN heal. You can be strong, you are still here, reading this, breathing, heart beating. There is a lot of proof in that pudding alone.

Do you like pudding? It’s OK if you don’t. It’s not for everyone.

But healing is. If you are open to it. And have even the slightest bit of courage. I may not know you, but I know that you are stronger than you think. This is true of all of us.

If you want to check out the flavor of pudding/healing that I offer, give me a shout. If not, that’s cool – there are many paths to healing, and Divine timing for it too. Thanks to my healing process, I deeply trust that you will find your way.

Peace to you.

If you have comments, deep thoughts, shallow thoughts, questions, anything you’d like to share in response to this blog, I would love to hear them. Please send a message to me, Deb, at honeycreekhealing@gmail.com.

If you are currently experiencing a mental health crisis, this is outside the scope of my expertise. Please pursue immediate support from your primary mental health clinician or dial 988 for the Suicide and Crisis Lifeline.