Ever call a friend to share? Ever e-mail and use an emoticon to let someone you trust in on a momentously important something? The earliest and most constant form of therapy was ever the good friend, the trusted family member. It’s that hand holding yours in a hospital corridor while waiting to hear. It’s the ages-old healing connection that occurs when sharing.
Only another human being can bring a person to the completion of a cycle of healing. This is because, when sharing, we invite compassion. When sharing, our connectedness in the moment births empathy.
Historically, story tellers (i.e., Mark Twain, Hans Christian Andersen), bards (song writers and musicians) and the compassionate amongst us have played the role of healers. When we hear a song, we’re connecting with either the artist, the melody, the lyrics or everything all at once and our being releases or awakens an emotion (joy, sorrow, bittersweet acceptance).
Historically, banishment and isolation have been viewed as grievous punishments. We aren’t meant to be alone in body, mind or in our hearts. We are so connected, a faceless stranger can create a marked change for the better in our day. When I slowed to make room for a pickup truck from a lane merging into mine (despite the rush hour and that traffic was bumper to bumper), a hand rose from the driver side’s window and waved from side to side in a gesture of ‘thank you.’ He shared an acknowledgement of our nonverbal connection- that I had acted on his behalf.
I don’t think we credit these small gestures for what they can mean in somebody’s day. My hope is that this blog serves as that wave to you at the end of your day.