Virtual Gathering for Re-Emergers on Wednesday, June 26 🔥 Register Now
Join me for a re-emergence virtual campfire and let's take flight 🦋 together
Dear Friends,
If you enjoyed my recent posts (Post 1 and Post 2) about the art of re-emergence into the world after a long period of retreat or hermeticism, join me and other butterflies ready to take flight for a supportive, sacred space. It’s a virtual event tomorrow evening and registration is required. I hope to see many of you there. I truly believe we can be a support for each other as we listen into the collective winds of change and share our personal intuitions about what’s being asked of us. I’ll facilitate a space of deep lsitening, sharing, support and inspiration. COME!
🦋🔥 Re-Emergence Virtual Campfire 🔥🦋
Wednesday, June 26 at 4pm PST/7pm EST
Thoughts: No More Healing To Be Done
Through my late-30s and 40s, I spent a lot of time looking backwards—integrating parts of myself that were wounded, stranded, and stuck in the past; excavating memories; integrating ancestral, collective, and personal trauma. This was absolutely necessary for me—an actual matter of survival. I collected the fragments and put them back together again. I had incredible teachers and guides, and I was skilled at it—gifted enough to offer my services to help others. I’ve spent the last seven years holding hundreds of people through their own process of restoration, repair, and integration. It’s been personally fulfilling and beautiful to witness.
There’s a saying in the Buddhist Tantra that eventually you come to a place of “no more healing to be done.” When I first heard that phrase, I held onto it like a lifeline—something to reach for when I was in dark places and deep in the muck of personal transformation. As it turns out, the phrase points not to an end-point, but to a state of being that is always-already available.
I think of The Wizard of Oz when, after a long journey to the Emerald City (the Heart Center), we find out the wizard Dorothy has put all her faith in is a fraud. Dorothy despairs about how she’ll get home now that all hope is gone. Just then, Glenda, the good witch, floats down from on high:
Dorothy: “Oh will you help me? Can you help me?”
Glenda: “You don’t need to be helped any longer. You’ve always had the power to go back to Kansas.”
Dorothy: “I have?”
Scarecrow: “Then why didn’t you tell her before?”
Glenda: “Because she wouldn’t have believed me. She had to learn it for herself.”
No more healing to be done. No more healing to be done. No more healing to be done.
No more healing to be done is not a destination or even about healing at all…it’s an attitude towards living. At a certain point, none of it feels like a problem or something that needs to be “healed” or “integrated” or even regretted. It’s just…life, reality, the situation as it is arising, karma. So much is in our hands, but so much is also out of our hands—knowing the difference is essential to navigating here. The Serenity Prayer is the best expression of that truth that I know of:
God grant me the serenity To accept the things I cannot change, The courage to change the things I can, And the wisdom to know the difference.
I’m not talking about bypassing, escapism or avoidance. I am talking about complete integrity and self-responsibility. I’m talking about spiritual maturity: knowing who you are, where you are, and doing what needs to be done…each and every day.
Coming to this place has freed up a lot of creative and potential energy. And it’s shown me that after all of that adventuring to rescue and retrieve the lost parts of my own psyche and to integrate the lessons from all the “mistakes” I made in the first era of my life, I am ready to come home.
Clicking those ruby slippers:
There’s no place like home.
There’s no more healing to be done.
There’s no more healing to be done.
Will be there