Saturday, June 6, 2009

Sometimes, when I've found myself hanging out with pagans or new-agers, I run up against some of the limits of my empathy.  One characteristic in particular that rubs me the wrong way is the new-agey interest in healing.  Some people become specialists in healing themselves from whatever tragedies and handicaps they are working on.  It's the very kernel of their identity.

Blech.  I hate healing.  First of all, I don't see that I have much role in it other than staying out of the way and not aggravating anything.  Second of all, it's just a drag.