Like
a snake I came out of the rivers of my mother's womb, traveling with
fire in my eyes ready to shed, explore, and get excited. I was met
with poisons of challenging opportunities transmuting me so I may
be healed again and again. I am becoming one with the poisons.
At 21, I became a Nurse. A seed was planted, cultivated and germinated
in the Philippines, the homeland of my roots. In a diaspora, I continued
to nurture myself in America, the homeland of my fruits. I now extract
the essence of the east and the west as I become a living example
to an authentic blend of healing wisdom.
I was born in a time and space where traditional healing with herbs,
prayers, healing foods, and rituals were practiced with deep appreciation
and respect. These traditions were handed down to me out of love.
Caring for siblings, families and communities was a given especially
if you grew up in the rural areas. At nine years old, one learned
how to cook rice for the whole family, hand wash loads of clothes,
care about siblings, and perform other survival chores as part of
a child's responsible way of growing and caring.
As the oceans and the volcanoes get restless, so was I. There was
yearning in the depth of my being. I started to sense restraint in
the cocoon of comfort and safety. So, I plunged into some uncertainties.
I felt butterflies in my stomach as I boarded the plane to America.
My thoughts were buzzing like bees with questions such as;" How do
I keep my authenticity of traditional lifestyle and be a health professional
in western medicine". I had to let go of worries and let God and my
ancestors help me. "Let me be true to myself so that I can be true
to others", I prayed.
Even my friends had doubts on how I could be happy in an environment
where perceptions are looked at in a very linear way. "Don't forget
where you came from and what you stand for". This was one of their
farewell statements to me.
It was not until I went back on my second visit (15 years later) that
my friends and families in the Philippines realized that I have not
forgotten what was imparted to me. Instead, I thrived like a migrant
bird that learned to flap its wings with power and strength. I glided
with ease and grace over the cliffs, mountains, volcanoes, and oceans.
I tried to keep still during storms. I avoided the gun shots fired
at me. I knew when to take comfort under a shade when the mighty sun
seemed to pierce me. I dipped my head at times to quench my thirst
with the power of water. There were risks I had to take in order to
safely land in my destination and experience the unending cycle of
life. As I found faith in my heart, I gained respect in the eyes of
my friends and families.
Acceptance of me did not come easy, and I questioned myself: "What
am I doing in Critical Care Nursing? Why not be a Community Based
Health Nurse? Why did I not pursue my choices of Missionary Nursing
or Psychiatric Nursing? Why did I come to America?" Words like if,
could, would, should, and but were haunting me constantly. The more
doubts and worries I had, the more difficulties I experienced at work.
It was an ordeal to come to work. I had no sense of joy. Nothing I
seemed to do was enough, or appreciated.
Distractions from focusing on patient care were all around me. Poisons
diffused into my wholeness as I felt like I was walking on a rice
paper. Finally, I had to re-center and remember that I have to take
every moment presented as a gift of opportunity to take part in the
process of my unfolding consciousness as well as that of those around
me in connection with What and Who is Great. Amazingly, once I stopped
questioning and accepted the moment, I began to realize that ripples
of patterns came into play for me to care. In the right state of mind,
I was in awe and I could see with peace and clarity in the sea within
me. Where one is, Consciousness exists.
The medicine of the snake was giving me the privilege to experience
anything willingly and without resistance. My roots became deeply
grounded on good food, prayers, positive thoughts, meditation, mindfulness,
herbs and spices of various emotions and perceptions that at times
I don't want to feel and perceive. I may not understand but I know
that as a whole, all of these helped me to care more. So now, I experience
the fruits of faith such as joy, peace, courage, determination, perseverance,
creativity, acceptance, receptivity and shedding the layers of fear
manifested by doubts, anger, mistrust, fight, flight, indifference
and ignorance. Through constant practice, my experiences are being
transformed into wisdom and wisdom transmuted into magic.
As a holistic Nurse in a Critical Care Setting, I get to experience
the life-death-rebirth cycle and this helps me feel whole wherever
I am. If at times I feel otherwise, I reflect: The first thing I ask
myself is, "Have I been taking care of myself or have I been over
involved? Did I take time to recharge or did I allow myself to be
drained? Am I comfortable but non-productive? Am I at the right state
of mind? Do I have lucid dreams to guide me? "
I then have only one choice, I must listen to the whisper of the wind,
to the beat of my heart, to the wave of my mind and to nothing of
darkness, so I can be mindful of my intentions and move on. Out of
the spirit in my soul comes the flickering light that I may relentlessly
have my passion, my vitality, my knowledge, my charisma, my leadership,
my all... to care about myself and as well as others.
For all of us who are on this journey, we have to allow every bit
of our talent, and all of ourselves to be used as tools to help us
flourish in the roles that are already in motion in our lives. I can
only wish that we continue to open up our minds and our hearts so
that we, our patients and families may continue to receive the universal
blessing and to give thanks and praise in return. I am blessed not
to be alone in this journey. I have you and you and you!!!
Grace Sunga Asagra Stanley
April. 2005-03-20
"To Honor Nurses is To Honor Earth's Medicine.
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