A Healing Artist Explains

I chose the title "Healing Artist" for myself primarily because it makes me giggle. Every time.

In my initial defense, I offer that I am an English Lit major, a grammar snob, and something of a punster.

I am the daughter of a Master of Bad Jokes with a flair for poor taste. After I went away to college, homecomings would inevitably involve dinner around the table with all present-and-accounted-for. My Dad would pull out the stops, attempting to wittily gross-out the remainder of the family or incapacitate them through laughter-induced hyperventilation.

I was immune.

My father had unwittingly thrown down the gauntlet. He quickly learned, much to his chagrin, that I could best him in inappropriate commentary so thoroughly he would leave the table in defeat, my mother gripping her sides and whistling like a teakettle, tears running down her cheeks. Linguistically speaking, I'm trouble with a capital Trubb.

See, I find that in a language rich with nonsensical idiom, the literal is often fodder for comedy, (which enervates my recovering scientist husband no end). I mean, if my business is named Namaha Healing Arts (which can be abbreviated Namaha-HA, which also makes me giggle) then it would literally follow that I am a Healing Artist.

Does this make an acupuncturist a pointillist?

But I digress...

Once my new handle had been committed to writing though, once it was all official-looking, I realized that there was something far deeper within the epithet. I giggled again, but noticed that, if I traced this now nervous laughter, that there was something in me that feared the audacity of it. That I would dare to call myself an Artist. Confident, mysterious...dangerous. What was that all about? Why can't I be an artist? Why can't creative expression be part of my sacred service? Something inside still feels like I don't deserve the title. So we delve a little deeper.

The question I have often struggled with as an energy worker - especially with channeled energies like Reiki and Deeksha - is what makes me any different from any healer out there? If all the energies I work with are essentially Divine Intelligence, and I'm simply praying for Spirit to come in and do it's divine thing while step out of the way, then what makes me different from anyone else who does it?

Time and feedback has told me that something does. And I've learned to be okay with that. I was taught from the get-go the basic Law of Attraction, like attracts like, and all of that. You will always get the clients that vibrate to your frequency, for example. I've believed it and acted upon it, seen it in action with my practice and my students, but my human brain keeps coming back to this need to pinpoint just what the thing is that's different. And marketing folk will tell you you'd better figure that out or you're doomed.

We usually think of an artist as someone who paints or sings or dances or produces something created by the imagination, through inspiration of one kind or another. The word inspire literally means to take in spirit. Spirit goes in, art comes out, and imagination is the template for the result. Inasmuch as my job as a healer is simply to hold space for Spirit to come in and do its thing, the space I create is entirely a product of my own craft. The vessel is of my own imagining. I breathe, I imagine, I create. The container is my own Play Dough pottery, my crocheted pot-holder. The work done while I glue macaroni to construction paper is between the divine and the divine recipient (i.e. the client, student, space, etc.). The initials on the bottom of the portrait are never my own.

I believe our work here on the planet, the true call from our center, is to manifest a Divine intent by interacting and experiencing our world. As co-creators with God, we are all Divine Artists, and why should I be afraid to announce it, to claim it as my birthright in service?

That's rhetorical, thank you.

So now I'm wearing "Darcy Molloy, Healing Artist" like a merit badge in order to get used to the feel of it, to get used to saying it. And I'll probably keep giggling, at least for a while. At least until I merge with the truth behind the moniker. There's some exploring to do there, I imagine, but I know that there is some real depth to it as well as levity, and I'm just going to roll it around on the tongue for awhile to see what the palate does with it.

Tee-hee.

I am a Healing Artist.

Blog the First

Greetings, all.

So I've decided to get with the times and start a blog. I know not all of us have time to sit and read blogs all day, so I'm writing mine as more of an exercise for myself, a holding tank for all little nuggets of inspiration that cross my mind in hopes that they will not be lost, but shared. Or at least written down somewhere I can find them again if I need them.

Not that it's all wisdom, necessarily. What fun would that be?

I will try to post fairly regularly. Read at your leisure.

And if you actually discover yourself with some leisure, I'll be extremely honored if you do read it, leisure being what it is and hard to come by. Most likely you will read it as a well-deserved moment of frivolity between clients or phone calls or Facebook posts during your busy work-week.

In either case, I will try to be somewhat inspired, somewhat frivolous. Everybody wins!

Welcome to my world, friends. Thanks for stopping by.

Peace,
darcy