“Whether you become a healer or not, you will heal yourself, heal others & heal the planet just by walking the Earth plane.”Grace Elohim
Self doubt creeps in again.
Who am I to write about spirituality? People will think I’m crazy or full of myself. There are so many voices out there clamoring to be heard. Why would anyone listen to mine? How will I be heard above the fray? Do I really have anything original to say? I’m just a mother trying to make a good life for my kids, trying not to eat too much and trying to discover and fulfill my purpose. I haven’t achieved anything super impressive. I am kind of half-assing through life. I have a ton of potential but adulting and motherhood take a lot of my energy. Or maybe that’s just a lame excuse. Plenty of people have achieved great things while having kids.
I complain a lot, I struggle with money, I’m impatient with my kids, I’m full of ego, I have major FOMO, people often mistake my social awkwardness for snobbery, my interactions are rife with misunderstandings, I forget to be grateful, I’m a complete screw-up.
But maybe that’s why I’m a healer. Because I’m imperfect, broken, I have the opportunity to heal. And by healing myself, I can in turn help others to heal themselves. I have no credentials except my own brokenness. With this humble offering, I empower others to step into their pain, to embrace it, or as a wise woman said, find the beauty in the shit. In our most physical, shitty moments, that’s where the transmutation happens, where clarity shines through.