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
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