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.