Its easy to take the healing of a paper cut for granted.  Its effortless.  My body is a miracle and my body is healing all the time.  Healing is the mystery of creation in each moment.  Healing comes through me as me, and it is not done by me.  I cannot control my healing, but I can set up conditions conducive to my healing and even to others’ healing.  To do so is an act of reverence—to show up with awe, curiosity, and openness to possibility.  Healing is a full-bodied improvisation (sometimes best done in systematic ways).

In contrast to what I just outlined in the above paragraph, my mind has a pattern of assuming the worst in any given situation…ostensibly so that I might be surprised by something better.  I tend to think I’m being unassuming in doing so—but actually it’s an arrogant attempt at control.  I repeat this pattern at my own expense.  I set up conditions conducive to my own healing when I recognize and accept the very simplest miracles, reorganizing my skeptical mind to accept change.  When I relinquish control I am given the miracle of life, healing, and joy.  I’m writing to you about this in part to remind myself of the lightness and play that comes with letting go.

Chances are I will wake up tomorrow feeling just a bit more free because I wrote this.  Chances are you read this far because these words touched some part of you that resonates.  Chances are both of us will feel a moment of purpose in the next delicious and unexpected breath… simply by caring to notice it.  Perhaps we’ll feel each other there–because miraculous healing is normal.