First off, I want to define a healer.
A healer is anyone who has ever been able to heal another. There are healers who are aware they heal and those who don't have a clue of their healing power. There are spiritual healers, counselors, acupuncturists, doctors, midwives, nurses, daddies, aunts, grandmas (I miss my Madea something awful some days), mamas, even babies with that sweet laughter that soothes a lonely heart, and so on and so on.
A few days ago a friend of mine posted on Facebook “Who heals the healer?”, I instantly stated “She heals herself”. It’s funny how the Most High has a way of proving that you practice what you preach. I truly believe God gives us all of the medicines and resources we need. However, we need to always be able to recognize them. I can tell you, I am a bit stubborn on that point sometimes myself. I think we all can be.
Anywho, the same day she posted that, I had an allergic reaction to something. I’m very sure it was pork. I’m pretty sure I either have SIBO or Alpha-gal or both. Yes, I know I just self-diagnosed myself. See, over the last few years, I have been dealing with these itching episodes every now and then with some serious digestive issues (I’ll spare you the details). I have seen both a naturopath as well as a nurse practitioner who specializes in functional medicine, worked on healing my gut, developed a regimen for health, and even changed the way I practice midwifery. The list of other symptoms and rabbit holes is long but, for the purpose of this post I’ll get to the point.
The itching got pretty unbearable and took lots of jewelweed and cold showers. Eventually I started taking Benadryl, lots of it, to control it. I actually skipped my personalized herbal infusion the two days I was dealing with it and all of my other self-health regimens. I lost my focus on health and was totally focused on the dis-ease going on in my body. Wouldn't you say that's fairly easy to do anyway? To focus on the snake in front of you instead of the flowers in the field all around.
Anyway, I decided to see a doctor about my ailments. He quickly wrote me a prescription to help with my misfortunate itching. I left thinking "whew, this is going to heal all of the things." Somebody please tell me why I was nauseous and vomiting all night after taking that pill. I woke up the next morning totally feeling worse than when I started. And then, that little voice I call God, asked "Who heals the healer?”. It all came rushing back to me. I had let go of the things that I needed to do each day to stay healthy and let the focus of the disease take over my comings and goings.
I started my day, my itchy day mind you, stating I didn't plan to take that med again. Instead, I...
I set to doing all the things for my personal health. Guess what!?!? No more itching! I’m thankful to the Most High for the reminder to constantly heal myself. One must remember that we can’t help or heal others until or unless we are helping and healing ourselves.
Peace and Blessings!
I spent a couple of hours in Oxford on Sunday at the Oxford Herbalist Guild’s spring workshop all about backyard medicine. I consider myself a connoisseur of learning when it comes to things that can better support the families I serve. Working with roots and plants are a big part of the care I suggest for my family and other families, so anytime there is an opportunity to learn how to better serve in that capacity, I’m ready for that. The babies saw fit to wait so I could learn from these beautiful and knowledgeable ladies. Not even the state trooper that stopped me on the way was a hindrance.
It was the day after the coldest day this spring, so I was happy to spend some time out in the sunshine in my boots. I cannot decide which part was the best because all of it was good. Some of the things that stick out are hugs from friends, smiling faces, digging up yellow dock, making tinctures and herbal vinegar, loving on some cleavers, pesto, an awesome lunch of leaves and things, yummy herbal teas, a green smoothie that actually tasted yummy - and did I mention the pesto?!
I would definitely encourage all of you to like their Facebook Page and follow them for information about the next workshop that will be sometime this summer.
I truly believe that we have everything under the sun that we need. It is up to us to get out there and spend time with the plants, learn their uses and, if we feel led, make the medicine we need from the weeds
Peace and blessings,
Musings of a Traditional Midwife in Northeast Mississippi