In my mind I can see the sun, brilliant and pulsing, still on the other side of the world.Ī force begins to flow into me as I begin my first mantra of the day: "Ong Namo, Guru Dev Namo" ("I bow before my highest self"). I look to the horizon, now pink with blue, close my eyes, and ask God to give me the power to speak to this frightened person in her own language, so that I can reach her center and reignite the spark that has been snuffed. She is clinging desperately to her old habits and perceptions, as if change itself were death. She is still struggling through the motions of life, but she doesn't have much heart or hope left. Sadly, the grip that paralysis holds on her has practically stopped her life, even while she still draws breath. She has a terrible medical problem, and fears, quite realistically, that she will be paralyzed for the rest of her life. And on this day I will need these powers badly, because a patient is coming to me who has lost faith that a new day will always dawn for her. A cardinal calls I do my best to mimic his cry, and I am rewarded with a reply: "Whit-cheI feel certain that if I can help my patients find these powers in themselves, I can help them heal. I discovered that if I listened carefully to the birds that lived around my house, and whistled their own cries - not just generic birdcalls, but each bird's own signature song - they would often answer. It reminds me of a proverb: "Faith is the bird that feels the light, and sings while the dawn is still dark." In the hills and canyons behind my house, their songs herald the sun. As the stillness of night gives way, cardinals and finches begin to tentatively test the quiet. This is not the darkest, but the lightest hour of the night.Īs the most distant stars begin to blink off, warmth fights the nighttime chill, and the mix of hot and cold twirls in a breeze that touches my face. Just before dawn, in the intense quiet outside my desert home, slight sun and deep shadow swirl together, coloring the eastern sky a streaked gray, with a slash of brightness at the horizon, promising light. Chapter One: Introducing Medical Meditation
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