Healing

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I stood on the balcony outside my motel room. I stared out over the beach and the waves as I had done innumberable times during the previous months. Between my gaze and the newly risen sun, a couple walked hand in hand along the beach. Their two dogs ran mad circles and crisscrosses all around their owners' paths. Each of the four bodies radiated brightly with the sun's rays behind them. As their four feet and eight paws scraped along their individual trails, sand grains were driven airborne and shimmered like small mists of sparkling fairy dust. I pondered how creatures who move in the Will of God similarly shine with and leave sprays of His Light and Love. And I prayed that I, too, would be allowed to be a human transmitter of those two healing forces.

Between my gaze and the pixilating trails of that beach foursome were tall street lamps. Each pole has two lamp 'branches' that curved up and away from its single supporting base. As my revery continued, a large black bird flew in from the north. Many such 'messengers' had oddly crossed my own path for nearly a year. This new one tried to alight on top of one of those street lights and immediately had a problem. Seagulls already occupyed both tops of those raised landing surfaces.

For whatever reason, this tired aviator was determined to land on that particular street light instead of any of the many others that lined the street in front of me. So it landed midway on one of the slopped arches instead. I thought it would not be able to hold on to such a steep and rounded surface. But hold on it did, even if it did so in a very unsteady manner. I was impressed and perplexed by its tenacity. I was still pondering why it insisted on THAT "tree" when its grip gave way completely and it slide downward from its precarious perch and had to fly on. I quietly spoke to the feathered adventurer as his wings pushed him away.

"That was an untenable situation, my friend. Now you must find another place that is more suitable for you".

I stepped back into my rented studio. For more time than the calendar suggested, that place had been my home, my spiritual hospital, and my rebirthing incubator. I began to pack.

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