The idea that the mind and body already know about healing is incredibly liberating. It frees me from the burdens of excessive doing and allows more intentional being. Suddenly, I don’t have to prescribe, or conjure, or orchestrate. There is nothing for me to create or own in the other–success or struggle. Everything needed is already there. I am more free to be an assistant in navigation, a witness, and a flat mirror to change. As I do these things, I can be my own authentic self.
The ability of the mind to quickly reconcile itself is incredibly affirming. That capacity has always been there, beneath all the misdirection of cultures, beneath generations of shame, and beneath accumulated torture. It has been there and we now know how to find it. The marvel of observing others find it again and again is its own reward. The discovery of healing pathways deep inside our core makes everything horrible feel a little less so. It makes the history of awfulness feel less so. And things that looked impossible, now feel completely local. Like finding an alchemy I can believe in. Like walking out into sunshine at noon on Sunday and finding again and again that everything needed is already here.