Sunday, July 29, 2012


I graduated last month from the Barbara Brennan School of Healing with a 4 year degree certificate. I was chosen to be one of 10 students to present their Senior Project to the entire school. I decided if I was going to do it, I was going to do it BIG. What that meant to me was that I wasn’t going to hold back. My project, The Healing Wave, is something I feel very connected to, and passionate about. Often, I have felt some degree of trepidation and hesitation to share deep passionate feelings. It has not seemed safe in the past. Well, this was BIG—being given the opportunity to present my Project to the school—and I was going to take advantage of it.
The Healing Wave is an expression of the essence of my being. I am a connector. I love to weave patterns of friendship in all different designs, never belonging to just one clique or being friends with just one type of person. I also love to share my healing skills. I have had deep joy as well as deep sorrow in my life. Being able to support others on their journey through hard times, and celebrating happy times, all the while looking for a deeper meaning and higher purpose for life is my passion.
Gathering together healers in an area and connecting them with a vibration of support and unity, grounded in the Sacred Space of place and their own healership is the main purpose of The Healing Wave. Using this interconnectedness as the foundation for healing a community is the result. In sharing this with the school, it was obvious by the jumping around I did on stage, that I loved what I had created.
The other highlight of my graduation week came from an unexpected source. One woman, whom I did not have a particularly strong connection with, stopped me on the last day. She took both my hands and told me that she had watched me throughout the year. She said she witnessed my agony—the pain and separation I experienced while uncovering my shadow self and my mask.
She went on to say that she watched as I suffered, and struggled and ultimately digest these feelings, being able to emerge victorious. I was sobbing. Here was someone, not particularly close to me, or even knowledgeable about who I was, who was present enough to “see” me; to “see” me and recognize my journey into hell and back again. Being seen and acknowledged was the greatest gift I received this week, and an amazing blessing and support for my life.