That’s all we have to do.
What happens thereafter is a wonder to behold, and something we can only sit back and marvel at, without claiming any credit. As a new allotmenteer I can vouch for that. Our pumpkins were the envy of many a seasoned veteran, more than willing to agree with me when I put it down to serendipity – a happy accident. Truth is, we don’t really have a clue what we’re doing being newbies on the allotment. We’re just learning and can take no credit for our sumptuous pumpkin harvest.
The same can be said of the work I do as a Reconnective Healing Practitioner. I haven’t really got a clue what I’m doing, and therefore can take no credit for the outcome – however disappointing or miraculous that may be. When someone tells me that after speaking on the phone with me to make a distance healing appointment they had a spontaneous healing of a condition they have had for thirty years and find inexplicably they have no further symptoms I cannot account for that. (This person was phoning me from the south of France by the way – I am in the UK). All I can do is stand in awe and in sincere humility say ‘it’s not me – I didn’t do that’.
Plant a seed.
Let go.
Let God.
The gardener knows he does all he can, using his knowledge and experience (often gained painstakingly from past mistakes) he will attempt to prepare the ground and arrange conditions as far as is within his power. But beyond that the result is out of his hands. When wonders unfold before his very eyes, he is truly humbled. He knows he is witnessing a creative process that originates in the elusive something other beyond. Therein he finds his joy – the honour, love and pride that comes from being a co-creator with this amazing Universe we inhabit.
We plant a seed.
And celebrate the harvest.
From Teacher to Healer 