That's awesome. When I was doing counseling at the Vineyard, there was a woman who would come to talk every couple of months or so. Never saw her at church, but she knew Waylon and he tossed her my way. She was really in to reading fantasy books and like to talk about them. One time she mentioned that she had read one of her fantasy novels and something a character said really helped her with a sort of fucked up relationship she had with her dad and step mom. She asked me if that was okay. I asked her what she meant. She thought I would want the help to come from the bible. I chuckled and asked her, "Did that novel help to feel less pain?" She said it did and I just affirmed it. We didn't have to call it God or the Holy Spirit or anything. That has stuck with me. If the medicine worked, there's no sense in questioning it's validity.
I really liked this, friend. It made me think a lot about how I've found my way through grief. And how, in that utter place of despair, my mind and dreams brought animals to help me make sense of things. I realized that it didn't matter if the world of Spirit or animal medicine was "real" to everyone — they were real to me, they were binding up the brokenhearted inside me. And if they are a myth, they are also setting me free. ☀️
That's awesome. When I was doing counseling at the Vineyard, there was a woman who would come to talk every couple of months or so. Never saw her at church, but she knew Waylon and he tossed her my way. She was really in to reading fantasy books and like to talk about them. One time she mentioned that she had read one of her fantasy novels and something a character said really helped her with a sort of fucked up relationship she had with her dad and step mom. She asked me if that was okay. I asked her what she meant. She thought I would want the help to come from the bible. I chuckled and asked her, "Did that novel help to feel less pain?" She said it did and I just affirmed it. We didn't have to call it God or the Holy Spirit or anything. That has stuck with me. If the medicine worked, there's no sense in questioning it's validity.
Great to hear from you, BTW.
I really liked this, friend. It made me think a lot about how I've found my way through grief. And how, in that utter place of despair, my mind and dreams brought animals to help me make sense of things. I realized that it didn't matter if the world of Spirit or animal medicine was "real" to everyone — they were real to me, they were binding up the brokenhearted inside me. And if they are a myth, they are also setting me free. ☀️