healing

Working with plants will teach you all other social commitments in a soothing way...

The most beautiful, amazing and inevitable fact about life- Everything has a natural healing process.

I have been hurt so bad but I still love so hard, I admire my heart for that.

It hurts because He is treating your spiritual disease, just as a good medical practitioner does for his patients.

Hope kept us alive in the midst of the turbulence.

They called her witch because she knew how to heal herself.

It is often amidst the chaos in our life that we finally find the reason for our existence.

Truth and Honesty: this principle could bring about healing and harmony in any nation.

It's frustrating when our best efforts to help people fail. But if we could see life through their weary eyes and experience their trials with the same frayed emotions, we might understand why.

Time not only heals, time reveals

It__ also important to realize that healing is something we receive and keep by faith.

A Broken Record can still play the best soundtrack. Broken can be beautiful when you allow God work on you.

All things are possible to those who believe:

Hold fast to your faith.Keep your hope in the Lord.Embrace the love of God.

We are born into this precious human existence to achieve the uni cation of opposites and become enlightened, or liberated, from the illusion of separation.

Just a few years ago, when I asked a neurologist if the brain and spinal cord could heal and regenerate, he said "no" and in his world, maybe 20 years ago, that was true. Not particularly useful but in that time and space__rue. The cool thing about today is a neurologist reading his or her own medical research literature is compelled to answer "yes, under certain circumstances.

May the Lord comfort the afflicted souls.

Carla's description was typical of survivors of chronic childhood abuse. Almost always, they deny or minimize the abusive memories. They have to: it's too painful to believe that their parents would do such a thing. So they fragment the memories into hundreds of shards, leaving only acceptable traces in their conscious minds. Rationalizations like "my childhood was rough," "he only did it to me once or twice," and "it wasn't so bad" are common, masking the fact that the abuse was devastating and chronic. But while the knowledge, body sensations, and feelings are shattered, they are not forgotten. They intrude in unexpected ways: through panic attacks and insomnia, through dreams and artwork, through seemingly inexplicable compulsions, and through the shadowy dread of the abusive parent. They live just outside of consciousness like noisy neighbors who bang on the pipes and occasionally show up at the door.