This was Molly Joy at ten weeks old. Such a teeny tiny heart melter !
I look at her now, six years later, curled into a warm patch of Karoo winter sunlight, and I look at that photograph of her at ten weeks, her wings barely drawn in.
She is doing so much better now.
Her spine injury is almost something from the distant past, a bad month that visited and then, thankfully, moved on with rest and healing.
Fiona, my friend in Cape Town, is a remarkable healer, for humans too, and I mean that so sincerely. She works with a healing protocol that is part science, part something older than science. I recognise that combination in my bones, because it is the same thread that ran through my great-grandmother Molly in Ireland, the same gift passed down through the women in my family and landed, somehow, in my own hands too.
But when it is your own, when the small body lying still is one you have held against your chest a thousand times, steady is a hard thing to find.
My heart was so full of anxiousness I could barely think straight. That is when Fiona stepped in, with all her love and all her heart, and held Molly Joy in her care with the steadiness I could not, in that moment, find for myself.
Fiona held Molly Joy in tender steady healing care for the past month.
Steady and Slowly – those are the two things that heal, along with love
And Molly Joy healed.
Fully. Wholly. The wiggle and waggles are back. Our little schmoozer is doing her rounds again, checking that every soul in the pack is happy, kissing the small tensions out of the day. Our little Gandhi is walking the mountain again.
If you ever need healing, for yourself or for one of your own, message Molly & Me, and we will joyfully and happily pass on Fiona’s number.
SharynAnn
This was Molly Joy at ten weeks old. Such a teeny tiny heart melter !
I look at her now, six years later, curled into a warm patch of Karoo winter sunlight, and I look at that photograph of her at ten weeks, her wings barely drawn in.
She is doing so much better now.
Her spine injury is almost something from the distant past, a bad month that visited and then, thankfully, moved on with rest and healing.
Fiona, my friend in Cape Town, is a remarkable healer, for humans too, and I mean that so sincerely. She works with a healing protocol that is part science, part something older than science. I recognise that combination in my bones, because it is the same thread that ran through my great-grandmother Molly in Ireland, the same gift passed down through the women in my family and landed, somehow, in my own hands too.
But when it is your own, when the small body lying still is one you have held against your chest a thousand times, steady is a hard thing to find.
My heart was so full of anxiousness I could barely think straight. That is when Fiona stepped in, with all her love and all her heart, and held Molly Joy in her care with the steadiness I could not, in that moment, find for myself.
Fiona held Molly Joy in tender steady healing care for the past month.
Steady and Slowly – those are the two things that heal, along with love
And Molly Joy healed.
Fully. Wholly. The wiggle and waggles are back. Our little schmoozer is doing her rounds again, checking that every soul in the pack is happy, kissing the small tensions out of the day. Our little Gandhi is walking the mountain again.
If you ever need healing, for yourself or for one of your own, message Molly & Me, and we will joyfully and happily pass on Fiona’s number.
SharynAnn
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