There once was a healer whose light burned quietly, steadily. They moved with tenderness, practicing wisdom, speaking softly, honoring boundaries—resting when they needed, even offering compassion to themselves.
But still… the flame within them began to dim.
Not for lack of care.
Not for lack of knowing.
It simply dimmed, as if called downward by something no hand could touch.
For God, watching with ancient eyes, whispered among His friends:
“This one must be stopped—not for punishment, but for protection. There is another kind of healing they must learn—one that cannot be found in doing.”
And so, with threads unseen, He bound the healer in stillness.
No more running.
No more reaching.
No more doing.
It wasn’t rope, but illness.
It wasn’t cruelty, but consecration.
And the name of the rope was Myalgic Encephalomyelitis.
At first, the healer fought—kicking, bargaining, crying to be untied.
But ME doesn’t bargain.
It doesn’t shout.
It sits like a stone in the lap of your soul and says:
“You will rest now. You will learn the medicine of stillness.”
And so began the long apprenticeship—
Not in temples, but in beds.
Not in motion, but in surrender.
Not in speech, but in silence.
Friends,
We are all walking this path of unexpected healing together—
Not by choice, but by calling.
As Dr. Richard Alpert used to say,
“We are all just walking each other home.”
🙏🕊🙏
Inspirations of Love and Hope 
Thank you 🙏