Monthly Archives: November 2010

Healing Women

Last week I was in rough shape. I had been struggling for awhile, doing everything “right”:  Taking my vitamins, going to the gym, maniacally trying to control everything. But I couldn’t control myself. I just wasn’t feeling right. And I had twisted my neck getting out of bed. I was down on my knees (though I couldn’t even pull that one off). I knew I needed a miracle.

What do we do when we’ve already done everything?  We pray. And what if that doesn’t work?

We call the doctor.

The day was sunny and the drive quite pleasant. Maybe it was coincidence, or maybe it was hope smiling on me again. I waited patiently as I listened to her laugh inside the room where she was seeing another patient. I flipped through the  magazines and felt the nervousness in my tummy. Also, excitement.  I knew that this was just one step in a long chain of new events. And I had taken the first one.

Hopeful songs were swirling round my head as I waited, until I saw her come out of her office to greet me. She smiled and hugged me.  Now I remembered why I had come.

We said a lot of things in that room, but the most important thing she said is this:

“Remember, asking for help is not being a failure. You have taken a proactive step.”

Then she commended me for my vigilance in trying to do it all on my own. She reminded me that no one can. She told me about how she almost died the previous year from flesh eating disease but thankfully was saved; and how her husband had a massive coronary. She is now committed to a better quality of life and semi-retirement.

My visit reminded me that doctors are human. And, the best of doctors know this. Extending love and care is just as healing as the balms and potions they may serve.  All potions are temporary; Love is the only miracle cure.

The Rooster’s Call

I was given a rooster the other day. My neighbor collects them – actually, she collected two;  the rest were involuntarily given on birthdays and other holidays. Since they are moving soon, she let my daughter and I pick one.  I was going to pick the tall, fragile ceramic one with cracks all through it – quite antique looking. But no, my daughter picked the bright, cheerful one, standing quite sturdily, lower to the ground, and with head turned upright and cock-feathers proudly fanned.

Once we got it home, I perched the rooster up on our hallway ledge, high above the door.  We have yellow walls and skylights, so I thought it appropriate that the rooster be close to the sun. I didn’t realize that I had inadvertently placed him perfectly positioned to be peaking around the corner at the tiny sun mirror I had hung on the adjacent wall, so that he could crow at it every morning.  I was so pleased by this tiny accident that I clapped my hands like a little girl.

Out of curiosity, I looked up the meaning of Rooster in a book I have called Animal Speak: The Spiritual & Magical Powers of Creatures Great & Small by Ted Andrews. We all know what it “means” in terms of sexuality, but this is what I instinctively knew:

“Every morning the sun resurrects itself, and the cock heralds this resurrection…  The cock is extremely vigilant in its activities… and many believe that this is a reminder to be vigilant in keeping things of the spirit first… A rooster can stimulate a new sense of optimism.”

I took a deep breath when I read this, as if some magical power had been handed me.  After carrying my low spirits around like a sack of potatoes, this was welcome news.

Perhaps that is why I decided to start this blog, as my own heralding of the dawn – a collection of days when I see the light within myself and others and in the world around me.  A miracle is really a recognition of what is right in the midst of what may seem so very wrong. Out of the darkness comes the sun. The rooster is vigilant and never gives up his post.  And so shall I set up mine and send out my wild and noble call.

Like the rooster on my ledge, may this “Little Book of Miracles” be a present to you as well.  I hope it lights your day, brings you comfort at night; and is a constant reminder to keep looking to all that is good, and all that is to come.