Wednesday, August 25, 2010


I knew a healer once who told me that the work she did came directly from the eye of the universe, and because of this, "burnout" just couldn't happen to her. You can say what you want about healers, but I felt it happen first hand. Today I found myself wishing for her access to that thing. A man in his late 20s, mother recently died, ten thousand dollars cash stuffed in his pockets and a hatchet in his backpack - so lost and afraid of everything he's dangerous now, and he gets restrained by the police - one's got his knee on the young man's head. I wished for her hands, that I could lay them on him and silently level the waves of his terrible invisible electrical storm.

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