Place of Healing

Place of Healing

The city is where I got sick. ⁣ ⁣

It is where I was born, lived out my childhood, transitioned into adulthood, and then was struck down at the age of twenty-five by the life-altering, debilitating chronic disease that was festering in me for years and years and years. ⁣ ⁣

That is when the island began calling to me. ⁣ ⁣

I don't know exactly when, I don't know exactly why, but at some point soon after getting sick, I somehow knew that I needed to move out of the city and escape to the island in order to truly begin healing. ⁣ ⁣

It felt as though this inexplicable conclusion had surfaced from the deepest, most intuitive, and innately wise part of my being, like soft whispers emerging from the darkness. ⁣ ⁣

"You cannot heal here. You cannot heal in a place, in a life, that made you sick."⁣

We all have these whispers. Our bodies just know. They know what we need to live, thrive, and heal but we're never taught how to listen to them. In our fast-paced lives within chaotic cities of noise and distraction, these gentle whispers are hard to detect. ⁣ ⁣

But they are there nonetheless. Waiting to be unearthed, waiting to be listened to, waiting to guide us. ⁣ ⁣

And mine has led me towards the powerfully healing presence of nature. It is not silent, but it offers a peaceful quietness that no city of steel, concrete, and noise can grace you with. In this quiet space is room for reflection, re-evaluation, shedding, expansion, healing, and learning to listen to your whispers. ⁣ ⁣

So now it is here, amidst the trees and waters, where you will find me.