We’re not sick or injured, we’re having a “healing experience.”  The first time I heard that, I coughed out of scepticism and judgment.  But if you truly take away all the “good and bad” stuff, see beyond duality to polarity, there is some truth to it.

A battered body from a car accident is plugged into wires, tubes to the arteries, monitors to the vitals, and given constant tests and retests, pain relievers, blood thinners, anti-inflammatories.  Trying to get her back to normal.  Since there is no such thing as “normal” (except as a setting on the washer machine), it really is about a life shift.  “Before” and “after” the accident will be a marker in the family.  Since then the body functions differently, scars are visible, perhaps a tender spot or the reach is slightly less.

If it is an experience to see more good, more god, more divine in action, it is obvious.  Friends show up with cards, gifts and flowers.  The boss calls, neighbors bring food, visitors just come to smile to see you alive.  Miracle stories are passed around, healing anecdotes and tales of hospital punctuations are shared.

God is everywhere, here and now, there and then.