Writing as a Healing Tool

I don’t really consider myself a healer these days; at least not directly. It’s not something I really focus on.

I don’t really need to. I end up doing healing work in Brighid’s name quite often, and sometimes¬†inadvertently. Because one of the other things she has me do is write, and sometimes people tell me that what I’ve written has helped them heal themselves.

And sometimes what I write helps me heal myself.

I live in a world where writing really can save your life. That’s because of Brighid. That’s her blessing to me.

It’s not an easy blessing to bear, but it is a blessing.


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