I love fantasy stories, especially when the characters have magical powers. I always think, “Wow, I wish I could do that.” If I had to choose a power it would probably be the ability to disappear from one place and reappear in another. I’d consider it a pretty practical power—we need less auto emissions, right?
But the ultimate power, as all mothers know, is the ability to heal. A tickle or a laugh can change a dark mood. A hug or holding someone says, “I’m here for you. You are not alone.” A hand channeling love can heal headaches and tummy aches. The words, “I believe in you,” can instill confidence and, “Nice job!” helps another to believe, “I can do this.”
Teaching our children how to read or build things or to share with others are all aspects of healing, because they take these skills forward into their lives. Everything that equips them to better handle life is a gift of healing. Or maybe it’s pre-healing because they don’t stumble and fall over the things they know.
Reaching out to others is an act of healing. “I mean you no harm,” can avert trouble. Real listening (when our attention remains with the other) is an act of healing. This is one I’ve really had to work on. Sometimes I already know (or I think I know) what someone is feeling and I jump straight ahead to giving advice. The times I have been able to listen–to hear with my heart–I’ve learned there is far more to what’s happening than I suspected. Our loved ones are worthy of us ‘hearing with our hearts.’ And an act of kindness can change the course of a stranger’s day.
Go forth and heal.