Wondrous Healing

I journaled this poem just four days after major surgery, sitting out on my patio on a beautiful morning, feeling the stirrings of wholeness. The surgery had cured abdominal and pelvic pain that had worsened steadily since January, unrelieved by removal of my gall bladder, and undiagnosed by many procedures and tests, invasive and non invasive. I truly believe that my body was finding its way of releasing trapped trauma. I'd had over 55 years of accumulating it, after all, and in the much bigger picture, I understood the power of healing as not being limited by western medicine. I've been known to say that there are some things you can't see under a microscope...


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