If there is a healer, there is a woman who went to meet her own. To look face to face. To accept oneself in light and shadow. To get into the mire of fear and all its minions. If there is a healer, there was a great wound. And perhaps, many others replicating over and over again. If there is a healer, there was darkness. There was pain. There was a search. There was integration and openness to be sustained. If there is a healer, there was demolition of structures and reconstruction of new ones. There was fear, there was courage, there was hope. If there is a healer, there is an old soul who remembers. Who knows about service, delivery, balance. He knows about questions that travel to the depths and that generate responsibilities. The healer knows that everything is already here. And you just have to make room. To see, to feel, to order. He knows when to put himself at the service of other souls who are passing through, what he has already passed through. She knows how to receive the mirror of those who come to her and in turn be a mirror of the infinite possibilities of those who still cannot see clearly due to pain. He knows how to look at himself with love. Be compassionate with pain and transform it for its evolution. Mainly a healer knows that she is always healing. Well, you know that healing is nothing more or less than knowing yourself, to be able to choose and create the life you deserve. So be it (Healer is just a word, everyone can give it their own meaning. It refers in this case to the myth of Chiron, the wounded healer. And also to the fact that every Being is a healer, from the moment he decides to heal himself. herself)
