“The way you alchemize a soulless world into a sacred world is by treating everyone as if they are sacred until the sacred in them remembers.” – unknown

That’s a great meme, and I don’t doubt the truth of that statement, but I’ve never practiced treating everyone as if they are sacred. Far from it. I’ve been ornery and downright cruel at times. I’d like to think I’ve matured, but who knows. It is easier said than done, and as we know, patience is not one of my virtues.

But if I know anything, I know this: our unhealed trauma is causing all the problems. All. The. Problems. Including our current political chaos. Unhealed personal trauma directly results in chaos, both personal and collective. That said, chaos isn’t necessarily a bad thing. It’s uncomfortable, perhaps even painful, but inevitably it leads to change. “The universe is a process and it’s method is change.” – Germaine Greer

If I am a miraculous and unique composition of the same particles shared with all (seemingly disparate) parts of the earth, how can I not be in a constant state of change? Back in my twenties and early 30’s I went through a couple years of bodywork sessions with a Buddhist monk from Seattle. He was recommended by fellow roller skaters who appeared to be growing younger before my eyes. He flew into Detroit bimonthly to offer this particular healing modality. I would pay him a lot of my hard-earned money, and he would chant and dance around the table, sometimes yell, and reach in through my belly button to adjust my spine. Some form of exorcism was taking place. The hour session was usually painful and sometimes frightening because I didn’t understand what he was doing. Now I know it would be classified as “psychic surgery.” But I had profound healing experiences, physically and spiritually. I was accidentally learning that all my pain was a form of emotional resistance stored in my connective tissue – ie., unhealed trauma.

And I remember thinking at one point, “the more I allow my mind to flow with the abstract, the more I stand to gain here.” Or as my young son would have said at the time, “you’re just gonna have to let your imagination go with this, Mom…” It was a valuable lesson. That said, healing trauma is a lifelong commitment, no doubt about it. I’m convinced it is stored in every cell. So start paddling, Pinky…