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.