Subliminal Healing
By Fran Dancing Feather
The subliminal place within us is beneath the hardwood floor of our consciousness. The subliminal is the unconscious behavior, desires and the place of dreams. For deep healing to occur, it does best to sink beneath the consciousness of our daily reality. It can be an exciting journey to try to discover all the ways Creation attempts to reach inside us to create miraculous events. The most romantic and powerful poetry is written in the natural world.
Rain mixed with snow and sleet patters on my shoulders as I continue to fulfill my commitment to walk up the mesa every morning even in the coldest months of the year—the very dead of winter. The early hours of morning are still cloaked in complete darkness and the road is nearly invisible. It’s 20 degrees and the even the silhouettes of the frozen tree-skeletons cannot be seen this time of day. The half moon hides as though she were nowhere behind clouds that are heavy with the assaulting winter storm.
At the top of Smith Mountain the sun begins to squeak between the tops of the surrounding snow-covered mountains and a thick black layer of clouds. The first color of this icy day is provided by sparkling dew atop a delicate layer of green grass! Grass? It draws my attention away from the effort of the climb, to the subliminal renewal and love of my Creator. All that healing and honoring of the winter requires is the willingness to search the world around me for the miracles of life. Life is stronger then the freezing cold. Suddenly a crowd of winter geese creates a crescendo of sound that rises from the pond below as they celebrate in flight by heading to the larger water on the reservation near the casino, on the far side of the mesas. Then a coyote yips in the waning darkness near the river below. Then another and another as they celebrate a new kill, perhaps a young deer this time. As I head back down two does dressed in heavy winter fur startle me, bounding across my path. Life is in session and we are never ever alone! Soon the sun wins against the darkness and the road ahead is easier to follow. As light yawns across the earth, I see there is the same tiny delicate grass across the entire landscape. It sparkles with the new moisture of the recent quick storm as far as the eye can see. How have I not seen this before on other morning walks? I give thanks.
As our recovery continues to unfold into greater spiritual awareness, we are constantly being healed by the many subliminal murmurings of Creation. If we are open to these miracles, they appear before us like shiny new toys in the eyes of a child on Christmas morning. We learn to wonder and smile easily without judgment of one another. I have been exploring the wonders of the natural world for many years in various locations. The tiny winter tundra has always amazed me the most. Among the delicate grasses is also some clover-like growth that appears with a closer look. The elders say the medicines in the wilderness will show themselves to us when our heart and spirit are ready to find them.
Small plant life on the surface of Mother Earth changes more frequently than the seasons. There is always something new throughout the days and each tiny un-noticed herb provides new colors and aromas that make subliminal healing medicine beneath the floor of our consciousness. Seeing and smelling them causes hundreds of biochemical responses inside our bodies, of which we are completely unaware! We are affected every moment outdoors in the natural world. We rarely give thanks for these tiny medicines because we are rarely aware of them unless we learn to recognize them. As we recover we continually allow the gifts of Creation to enter more deeply into us to relieve us and heal us from wounds of our broken past. Just for today, we allow ourselves miracles of wholeness and freedom.
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