Limitless. When I think of what is our potential for being healed (and healing ourselves, and allowing ourselves to be healed), that is the word that comes to mind. Limitless. There is no limit as to what is possible. What makes it look like there are limits is our addiction to linear time (our ideas about how long anything takes) and our identification with ourselves as being primarily our body. Even though illness and imbalance starts in the mind, emotions and spirit, if it does not get balanced out, it eventually lands in the body.

Our body is our good friend. Our body is our servant. Our body is our constant reminder of what we are doing here on earth, and why. But we are not the vehicle itself, so therefore, when I say, our potential for healing is unlimited, I mean if you take into account that it will take what it takes to become 'healed.' It may take more than one lifetime, so dropping the body along the way may be. part of the ultimate healing we are after. Or not. We never know.

So I say, let us not fret about how long healing might take, or in which body it will occur, and let's just move on to what is healing anyhow. I would best describe it as becoming whole. Becoming of a piece, one cloth, body, soul, mind and spirit. I would further describe it as no resistence to anything and an utter flowing with the truth of your inner being.

Those fortunate moments when I am in that flow, time stops, and I do not care whether I am in my body or moving beyond it because I know it is a garment. A precious garment, one I am fond of, but a garment none the less.

There is a paradox here. The less you focus on illness or any kind of physical imbalance and tune into your eternal self (the 'you' you couldn't get rid of if you tried), the healthier you will tend to be. Honor the body in all the healthy ways you know about and then, don't think about it all that much.

There are those with great debilities, or dealing with enormous physical challenges and it would be hard indeed to be blithe about one's health under those circumstances but even, then, if you find the perspective of being an eternal being having a temporary experience, you might be surprised at what kind of miracles could manifest.

I had the privilege of visiting with a Phillipino psychic healer once who was able to just sink his hands into flesh like putting them into water. He carried so much light that just being in his presence was healing in and of itself. He saw people tirelessly from early in the morning until late, doing all manner of "surgery." Every so often, he had to say no to someone. The reason for his turning them down was that he could tell that their condition was karmic in nature and they were working something through in this lifetime, and he was not to interfere even though he could have.The condition in these cases he said were desired by the soul, and not a punishment, but a means of balancing. I have never forgotten this great man.

When I think of health, I think of the color green, the color of balance, the color right in the middle of the rainbow spectrum so, that being the case, may we all become, sooner or later . . . evergreen. Health is our birthrite, but we must claim it. by knowing it is not limited to the physical body nor to the dictates of that tyrant, linear time..

It is the trees and plants that bend that do not get uprooted when a mighty wind blows through. Something has been registering to me just in the last couple of days, and it has really gotten my attention. I have seen men changing before my very eyes. I have heard a man apologize from the heart. I have seen looks of vulnerability and attentiveness show up out of nowhere. Then the icing on the cake was seeing the leader of the free world, a normally very contained person, with tears rolling down his face as he expresses gratitude to his huge staff of volunteers for how hard they worked for him and for helping him to be in a position "to finish what he started."

Whatever your political preferences, to see our President with a tear stained face was so emblematic of something shifting. For one, this man does not posture, so what you see is the truth of him. He is, as I see him, representative of one who will push for unity among all the differing ones of us. How far he gets depends on things outside of himself, but I know he will give his all and engage all of his abilities. This column is not about him as an individual but about how he seems to be showing something about the 'new man.' The one who is strong and soft both. And add to that, the women coming to the fore that retain their softness while rising through the ranks in the recent election, and the desire of successful women for men to be happy knowing that is the big win. That also is evidencing itself. 

I'm not sure where I am going with all this except to say there is just something in the air today about balance between the masculine and the feminine. I cannot exactly pinpoint it but whatever it is, it feels so very good   As the Fed-Ex man came up on my porch this morning, not sure if he had the right house or not, something I saw on his face was strangely if momentarily vulnerable. When I saw that, my heart opened wide and I smiled at him and I swear I saw a wave of relief wash over him. These are subtle things, but they speak volumes. We are heading in a good direction if you look closely.