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The Healing House

“Before you can hear, much less follow, the voice of your soul, you have to win back your body. You have to go on a pilgrimage beneath the skin.”

―Meggan Watterson, Reveal

The Healing House

by Carmen H Gray

one day they may come back to you

have your prepared yourself anew?

have you gone on your own pilgrimage?

have you faced your very own umbrage?

for when these lessons return to know

the breadth and depth of your adagio

this is when all is revealed

the stalwart strength in your shield

the gentle bend that did not break

regardless of the commanding quake

you will then come to find

that in the midst of all that time

the stumbles and the thorns helped form

a compelling foundation to transform

your healing home inside of you

a precious place of highest value

it never stops until you end

the effort put forth to transcend

each new lesson to teach you more

that is what a healing house is for


For a Boy I Have Yet To Meet

Cancer is insidious.  It multiplies and thrives and spreads, but so do your connections when it invites itself (however unwelcomed) into your life.  It has been difficult, this journey, and the lessons persist.  Today I have been schooled by a young person that is my daughter’s age who has shared doctors and teachers with her.  I haven’t even officially met him, but my daughter has.  All I can say to honor his beautiful life that has graced mine and is fated to be much too short is to live a great story.  Live a great story full of passion, love, kindness, hope, dreams, beauty and care for every living thing around you.  That is the least we can do.  The least and the greatest we can do for those whose lives we see unfairly taken.  Taken: captivated, overcome, selected.  So many meanings in such a small word.

“Rage, rage against the dying of the light”-Dylan Thomas