WHEN YOU HEAR THE HEALING

 



“A clear mind heals everything that needs to be healed.”

Byron Katie

 

I think, Gratitude, Grace, Prayer, Blessing, Peace, Healing and many such words have entered our lexicon mechanically – yes, just like that. To be frank, you and I very, very rarely feel their profound meaning when we voice them, several times a day...

The reason for that - again, I think – is, that we rarely get into a silence before we voice these words... Only in silence we can really feel the profound meaning of such words – Gratitude, Grace, Prayer, Blessing, Peace, Healing and many such...

Two days ago, I was waiting outside the Cath lab of Parel’s Gleneagles Hospital (earlier known as Global Hospital). My wife was taken inside for the angioplasty of her left coronary artery (LCA) which had ninety percent blockages. Just a month ago, she had under gone the angioplasty of her right coronary artery (RCA) which had hundred percent blockages. The long passage of that waiting area had many anxious people – the loved ones of the patients – all waiting just the way I did...

The wall had this poster:


 

 

Who needed to be quiet to ‘hear the healing’ – my wife or I ?

We had chosen this hospital for the procedure because we trusted the doctor to be very good, skilled and experienced, and, we were informed, that the hospital had the advanced technology. But, that choice would come with its high monetary cost, you see...

But, then, but, then, but, then...

Just to catch some fresh air – and experience the quiet space which is much needed – I take a walk along that stretch of Parel’s streets...   Just next to this ultra-modern Gleneagles Hospital, there are famous government hospitals KEM and Wadia... a little further, there is Tata Memorial Cancer Hospital. When I take these walks in silence, I watch hundreds and hundreds of anxious loved ones outside these hospitals... “Do they love their sick relatives less than I do mine?”, I wonder...

Everyday, there are long queues where the relatives wait to collect their packets of free meal... Good Samaritans, who run their NGO’s, must be distributing food packets like this  - free of cost – for decades...

I had never been to that area before... I had never been so quiet... Never ‘heard the healing that loud’ any time before...

People come to these streets of Parel from hundreds and thousands of miles afar... They all have to wait... They all have no choice, either to choose their doctors or the hospitals...

But, yes, there seems to be one choice – which, knowingly or unknowingly - they, you and I have to make... to accept:

“Your wound is not your fault;

but, your healing is your responsibility.”

Unknown

Come on! How can our healing be our responsibility?

No Sir... Unless there is silence, we will never be able to digest this line...

Blame, self-pity, resentment, anger, lack of gratitude – and a dozen more cousins of theirs – keep us in the unhealthy loop...

No matter how great the technology in the hospital is, and no matter how great the surgeon is – not to mention, how massive the bills are – finally, healing takes place on its own – all independently – through the grace of that Great unseen Surgeon...




As I walk in solitude along those buzzing hospital streets... I feel the depth of the words of Buddhist teacher, Thich Nhat Hanh:

“Every breath and every step can be

nourishing and healing.”

Yes teacher... I can ‘hear the healing’...  Loud and clear...





GERALD D’CUNHA

 

Pic’s: 1. Pixabay  2. Gleneagles Hospital  3. Rashmi Sondhi

 

Video: Andre Rieu

Comments

Anonymous said…
You hear the healing 🙂🙂

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