Going Native...

I've always known that my great grandmother was a Cherokee Indian, and she lived on a reservation until my Grandfather came from Ireland and they fell in love- and she, of course, was disowned. I never, however, embraced my healing side until the past 10 years. It started with Reiki, and I remember the first time I felt the heat, the energy, flow through my hands and into my husband. So strong it almost had an aura. I began to 'heal' everyone in the house. Then, I took a few classes in Tarot. Not the witchy, spooky, party favor kind, but the real, intuitive, divination, kind. And I loved it. I've always been interested in herbal healing, but never quite sat down and learned correctly. So now, i'm studying at home, knowing that a homeopath will cross my path eventually, when the time is right. And I begin my yoga teaching in the spring. I'm on my way to being a healer. I know that I will be learning for the rest of my life. But that's the adventure! I want to absorb as much knowledge as I can, forever. And I want to teach as well as heal. I want to teach people, all people, to accept themselves, and welcome their real spirit, embrace it! I fought who I was for so long, and tried to force my self into this 'tough girl' mold. Never quite feeling right. That's because (I now realize) I was NOT being me. I'm not mean, cold and callous. I don't want to be. I want to be good, light, helpful, and loving. And I want to share that with everyone I come across. Through art, and healing, and love. That's why art journaling and intuitive painting mean so much to me, they help me learn a little bit more about myself, everyday. And I like who I'm allowing myself to be! And if you allow, you'll love yourself, too.