Bountful Abundance

[mid-July, 2007, Emanuel Hospital, Portland, deep into Rehab]

It was about this time that the richness of our recovery began to reveal itself to us. It was about this time that hours would pass in stunned gratitude for what we were experiencing. The force of healing itself was monumental. It was the energy of holy spirit, of life itself demanding to live! It was human potency, intention, will and prayers all mingled together, seeming to cause literal shifts at the cellular level within our world.

One woman some months later told us she had been able to heal a decades old grief while passing through the storm with us. Another man told us of using our collective story as a pathway in therapy to deepening his own sense of compassion and healing.

Let it be that we find this depth of living compassion again. Let every day and each intention lovingly born become a stitch in a banner whose unfurling we may never see, but which will undoubtedly one day touch the souls of multitudes on just such a dark day when all hope seems forsaken.