Light Connects Us All

LIGHT

It is no wonder to me that Florence Nightingale’s lamp is the symbol for nursing.  In my mind, Light is the symbol for all healing.

We also get to choose whether to be a person of darkness or one of light.  Healers have chosen Light.

Florence Nightingale’s lamp was no accident. When she walked into a room of wounded and dying soldiers she carried her lamp so she could see them.  But they also could see her.  Even if they were on the other side of the room the light would be visible and reassuring.   Each man could see that someone was there to help because she cared.

She was the beacon in the little children’s song that tells us,

“You can’t be a beacon if your light don’t shine”

One the most collectible items in America is replicas of lighthouses.   Paintings, antiques, statues, jewelry, pictures and a host of other things, I would guess.   The lighthouse was well beloved light for sailors.  It was a vision of home and family and love.  A symbol that says, “We’ve arrived, we’re safe.

 

Light is the sun that wakes us in the morning, grows our food and makes the flowers bloom.  The sun is what enables us to see so we can walk, work and play safely.  Of course, man has also made light so we can do all those things indoors 24/7 and at night outside too.   It is so necessary in hospitals and other work environments that ancillary and emergency generators are installed.

Spot lights in the theater are there to high light the performer and lead the audience’s eyes to the most important things going on.

Light also creates heat, whether by campfire or light bulb.  Heat is used to heal with warm water soaks and heat lamps and medications that get warm when applied to the skin.  We need heat to live.  98.6 degrees of it is considered about right for body heat.  We use heat to cook and to make things.  Picture a campfire or your Mom in the kitchen.

In every person, there is a light.  Some lights are bright, others dim.

Healers’ lights are very bright as they walk into the darkness brining light and healing into sickrooms, operating rooms, hallways and laboratories.  Where ever we go, other lights shine brighter.  Even death cannot stop it.  We stay with the dying until they leave us and go on to a brighter light.

Some people may try to beat us down, overwork us, complain about us, push us into overload.  Sometimes, when we are very tired the light may flicker but another healer will come by and blow on the coals ‘til they burst into light again. That’s what healers do.

We are one.

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