Making the transition from a weekend of Healing Touch training back to everyday life can sometimes be challenging. After spending four days deepening my connection to the Divine and to my own intuition, I wondered how I would be able to turn off the HT and go straight into a six day driving trip with my father.
We’d been eagerly anticipating the drive from Virginia to Montana, and were to leave as soon as my training weekend was finished. My sister picked me up from the St Francis Prayer Center, in Stoneville, North Carolina, and I began the transition to from training to traveling.
Dad was waiting in the driveway when we arrived, chomping at the bit to take off, just as I’d expected. And so began our six-day journey, just the two of us. We’d been waiting months for this very day, for this very moment.
After hugs and goodbyes with my mom and sisters, Dad reset the tripometer and we were off. At-first it felt like I should be doing something, as a traveler, as a daughter. But soon I settled into just enjoying the scenery, and talking about where we might spend our first couple of nights. The drive across West Virginia was beautiful and relaxing.
I noticed the stiffness in Dads neck and shoulder. I wondered how he would feel with the long hours of driving that lay ahead. I wanted to stop the van and try to restore some energy to those painful parts of his body.
Healing Touch was on my mind constantly, like a beautiful white cloud encircling me. I couldn’t get out of it, and didn’t want to. It was an amazing, life-changing weekend, and I wasn’t ready to let go of that.
I told Dad a little bit about the weekend. It’s hard to know how much to say to someone who isn’t quite on board with it all. I told him about the loving people I’d spent time with, and about the ceremony in the chapel on Sunday night. There really were no adequate words. I didn’t tell him about Trish dancing. Her dance touched me beyond describable emotion.
I told Dad a little bit about the weekend. It’s hard to know how much to say to someone who isn’t quite on board with it all. I told him about the loving people I’d spent time with, and about the ceremony in the chapel on Sunday night. There really were no adequate words. I didn’t tell him about Trish dancing. Her dance touched me beyond describable emotion.
So, travel, I thought. Think of where you’re going, because Dad doesn’t really want to talk about Healing Touch for the next six days.
Dad was having a hard time turning his head as he drove, and began to stretch and move about his left arm. It’s really sore, he said, hurts. I’m gonna’ have to get you to work on me. Never before has my father asked this. With his words my energy increased, and my heart was full.
He reached his left hand across his lap, rested it on his right leg. I could reach it from the passengers seat in the van. I said a prayer and began working to restore the energy in his hand.
I was twisted and uncomfortable. It was an awkward transition, from student at the prayer center, to traveler, then back to healing intentions again, and the winding West Virginia Mountain roads weren’t helping my concentration. For a moment I had little faith that what I was doing would accomplish anything other than make me carsick.
I was twisted and uncomfortable. It was an awkward transition, from student at the prayer center, to traveler, then back to healing intentions again, and the winding West Virginia Mountain roads weren’t helping my concentration. For a moment I had little faith that what I was doing would accomplish anything other than make me carsick.
I closed my eyes so that I could focus on all that I’d learned. The words, ‘a person, not a procedure’ came to me, and I began to let go of the expectation I’d placed on myself. I opened my eyes. The mountains before me were dazzling in the sunshine, sapphire blue and emerald green, more vivid than I’d ever seen. My heart burst open. My knowing and understanding were present. I was perfectly grounded on a winding mountain road, in a van traveling 70 miles per hour.
I became aware that there is no end to my Healing Touch experience, and beginning of my trip … it’s all the same journey.
I held my father’s hand, brushing away the congested energy. It was my pleasure to serve. It was a gift to me. He felt some relief, and I told him I’d work some more later.
When we got to the hotel just after sunset, we got ready for bed. I had a meditation, and we had a prayer. My heart and mind were filled with gold, Divine healing presence was with us. It was an honor to be a vessel for such a presence, to assist in restoring health. I worked on Dad’s neck, shoulder, and arm.
My hands, humble, human. We both slept peacefully, except for some noisy neighbors down the hall.
This experience, this time with my father, and this amazing journey I’m on are profound. I will cherish each moment as I continue, along my path to wholeness.
Take good care ~
Jane
ps, I’m happy to report that the next morning, he reported feeling ‘300%’ better.
Many thanks to batega for the photo
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