HEALING

Looking back from today to yesterday and reliving the past has shaken you. Perhaps for the first time, you see yourself as naked as never before. You are experiencing the difference between looking and seeing. What was it in this photograph that shook you so much? You are either ten or non-existent. You have joined your two hands in front, creating a large ring between your belly and hands. Would you like flowers to be placed inside this ring? Acts of love, perhaps? Or were you hoping to protect yourself by creating this ring and establishing a distance from the outside world?

As you look at the photograph from a different angle, you notice the flock of sheep that follows. The flock of sheep is your closest friends. The consequences of the close relationship you have with these friends are knotting in your throat. Endless coughing fits begin. They take you to the doctor, but when the doctors don't understand anything, you return home. There is no other solution! You knock on the door of the woman who heals everything. The woman's house is on top of a mountain, the steepest slope you have ever walked. As you approach the house, you find a sense of peace. The woman greets you in her garden and, scanning you from head to toe, reaches the source of your illness. From that moment on, a different language is spoken. The language of silence. The healer's hands sweep through your entire body without touching you. It's as if her hands and eyes have the ability to read the depths and the innermost. They sit you in a chair. You bow your head. A fire is burning right in front of you. On the pot over the fire, a yellowish substance is bubbling up. They cover your head with a cloth. The fragrant hot steam from the pot on the stove seeps into your nose, and you inhale it involuntarily. This scent circulates through your entire body and reaches the source. Suddenly, numerous worms pour out of your mouth. After the umpteenth worm that knotted your throat, you breathe easily. You thought you were going to die from breathlessness, and you were scared. It was a purification ritual. You had rid yourself of the excess.

These days, you are breathless again. Again, they are taking you to cough violently, but this time, for different reasons. Why do you keep facing the trial with your throat constantly? Everything unspoken layers in your throat as a heavy knot. Shout or get angry, but do not remain silent. You are no longer that little girl; you are a grown woman over forty. You are seeking the healing that the little girl found. Stop searching! There is no healer, no remedy anymore. When you transform your hands into a ring, the idea of escaping evil is far from you. Let the wind carry away the excuses, embrace whatever is left behind. Magnify the questions within you, caress the answers. Break the locks, open the doors of your home. Take a deep breath, lean back on life!