dear future healer,
did you know that in ohio,
along the roads between roller coasters and a biodynamic farm
there lies
a landfill?
just over the hill where the waste piles into peaks and the vultures circle a hole full of dead things that we stuff into this earth as if there were no limit,
did you know
just beyond
this hole full of dead things
at the bottom you’ll roll to a stop at
a farm
whose land is bountiful
just beyond
this hill of dead things
this same body of land patiently, annually
Produces plants that are life-giving?
did you know
that the same people whose cars idle full of trash
who never bother to say thank you to this ground that accepts this waste without complaint
these same people are fed by her forgiveness?
dear future healer,
whenever you doubt the power of healing with a distant modality
using tools to attend to the mind, or the gut when the patient’s cancer lies in the bones
and when you wonder if these efforts make any impact at all,
do not forget that
healing a part
is part of healing the Whole.
whenever you doubt the point of trying to heal a body rotting from the inside out
may you remember this grandmother earth.
may you remember
the way she sees
each small, good deed,
each small, hopeful seed, patiently planted and lovingly watered,
each bottle recycled because
someone bothered to carry the load.
do not forget the way she weights the small, good deeds.
the way she forgives us for extracting her precious metals here, while stuffing her full of the carcasses of the used and abused things from last year, now wasted, over there.
do not forget the way that all the pieces of us are connected, communicating, forgiving
just the way that the belly of this earth, this land full of heart, gives and gives and gives over and over again.
