I’m on my way back from France today….
“Why are you doing this, again?” asked a friend, when we were discussing all the work that had gone into A Healing Spirit.
It’s a valid question. I am, after all, 65 years old. I was retired, mostly. I don’t have to work. So why would I invest substantial time, money, effort and heart into a new venture at this age?
Sometimes you hear a voice and recognize it as a sacred calling. Does that sound silly?
Here’s the truth: I’m an unlikely person to have anything called “sacred” because I’ve always destroyed sacred cows. Until recently, nothing was ever sacred to me, but now, everything is sacred. Even this calling. Especially this calling.
My mother died almost 20 years ago (how is it possible that so much time has gone by?) and the following year I had a dream I remember all too vividly. In it my mother appeared, looked directly at me and in a very stern and admonishing tone she said:
“Carol, you are not a very spiritual person.”
It decimated me. Destroyed me. I can still feel the impact of her accusation, like someone had stabbed me in my heart with a knife. Dream or not, it was a strange thing for her to say, because she really wasn’t all that spiritual. Strange also that it hit me so hard because at that time in my life, spirituality was barely a blip on my radar.
It started all those years ago
But of course, it was my mother’s death that set me off on a wild and wooly spiritual journey, a quest that’s taken me and my open mind down some seriously non-traditional paths. Death tends to do that to the people it leaves behind. I’d already spent a dozen years as a volunteer emotional support person for people with HIV. Death was no stranger, but it, and long illnesses that often preceded it had become objects of curiosity and maybe even fear. Yes, fear.
And then my father died and began appearing to me. Unexpected and not my usual experience. I didn’t even recognize his contacts at first. Right after that, a close friend was diagnosed with a cancer and I was privileged to walk by her side as she fought a long and brave battle with it. It was during one of her hospitalizations at Stanford that the idea for this business was born.
She and I talked about it and she even used some of the materials. She wanted me to go forward with my ideas and believed they would be a big help to people in need of healing. And then, just over a year ago, I stood at the foot of her bed as her heart beat for the last time in this life.
More life–and death–inspired me
Her life, her courageous battle and her death, and all the loved ones for whom I was a loving presence during their final weeks and years, they all served as catalysts for my business. You might say I was guided and inspired by the love I have for them all. And so, my business was born of that sacred calling.
It’s a business that supports healing. Physical healing. Spiritual healing. Emotional healing.
Healing. For those who suffer chronic pain, grief, anxiety, serious diseases and for those undergoing chemotherapy or other treatment.
My products and services are not ingested. They cure nothing. Treat nothing. But my materials and services are meant to be used to support healing. If a patient is getting medical treatment, everything I offer can be a big help. If someone’s grieving, there’s something to help. Chronic pain and anxiety? That, too.
This business, this sacred calling, is the most important thing I’ve ever done in my life and I’m so happy to share A Healing Spirit with you HERE.
Oh, and my mother? I think she’d say something different if she appeared in a dream today, don’t you? And I’ve dedicated this book to her.