My first mentor taught me about honoring. The medical staff worked for a long time to save a baby boy and couldnt. They left. My mentor moved to one side of the bed and put her hand on the baby. She invited me to do the same. We stood there for a long time. I will never ever forget that moment. This photo reminded me of the baby boy, the mentor, and the power of honoring. From what I understand now about energy and transitions, I wouldnt be a bit surpirsed if that boy was watching the scene with a big smile on his face.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Jul 2014 15:06:06 +0000
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