The Gentle Power That Heals

It has been less than two years that I have been living on this farm in Sky Country. The green of the summer is spectacular. It ignites with sky blue into a strength of broad horizons. It invites me into it's embrace, waking up my memory so I stand at ease into broad horizons with strength to soar. I get to work with this amazing boy riddled with speech and language disorder and intense sensory sensitivities and defensiveness. He also has a desire to be apart of the language of his family. We had this break through together where he was able to use words in a joke, to tease me. The energy was delightful ease. On my way home from work the sun was dipping into twilight and a deer was in the corn field. I stopped diagonal on the dirt road to signal to the other car that a deer was about to bound across the rode. We sat there watching it's delightful ease bounding from field to creek bed and trees. I could not tell if she knew we were watching. It was the same energy I felt with the little boy earlier, no fear, ease and a delight risen up in my heart.

I started thinking how I no longer claim to be a christian. I refuse to let the dogma, the mental mandates of the church taint a long time relationship with christ that is this stir of delight into Beauty rising. I am more connected to the stories of a christ called Jesus in my experiences with Deer and with this little boy I work with, then a church. I talked with the mother the other day about my belief of healing. I said I can write and talk all the details of sensory motor integration and modulation, how they feed attention, reciprocity and language, but they are secondary. This bonding of family and community is the spark, it's the juice that makes it happen. So we both agreed Love rules his healing path. I felt like a dorky hippie saying it's all about Love and sang a few Beatles lines in my head. I also mentioned the story of the Roseto Mystery and offered her the reference from Malcolm Gladwell's book, Outliers. It is a story about how the community of Roseto, Pennsylvania have most of it's people dying from old age. It talks about a physician named Wolf and Bruhn, a sociologist, who brought their findings to the medical establishment to convince them to think about health and heart attacks in a entirely new way. They had to look beyond the individual and stop analyzing their choices and actions in isolation of their community. There is a magic in community in this small town for this little boy. As we go to the grocery store, or donut shop or city park I receive the most marvelous stories of this little boy. Each person we met gets in rhythm with him. There is no therapeutic modalities between him and them. It's fantastic. Lips turn upward and eyes widen and that gentle power that heals washes over both of us.