PhotoHunt: Hands

A doctor's hands can excise a tumor, repair a broken limb, bandage a wound. But healing is not a duty and responsibility that is exclusively for doctors.

Whenever we listen to a friend's incessant rants about a boyfriend that is SO not into her; or sit beside a co-worker who has just lost a parent; or help a neighbor decide whether to stay in the country or migrate to the US, we, too, regardless of our degree or profession (or lack thereof), do our bit to become healers.

By virtue of our humanity, we have the innate capacity (duty and responsibility, actually!) to minister to one another, to excise the trouble tumor of anger, repair broken relationships, bandage a wounded spirit.

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What needs healing as well is our environment. No matter how insignificant our singular, tiny effort may seem, when done in concert with a million, billion others, it WILL make an impact, more than we can ever imagine.

Don't forget to VOTE FOR EARTH and join EARTH HOUR 2009!

Lights out today, Saturday, March 28, from 8.30pm to 9.30pm!

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W. H. Auden, "Funeral Blues"

(F, may God in His infinite love forever keep your father in His heavenly home, embrace your family now and always with the comfort you all need, and fill you with the lifetime of great memories you enjoyed with your dad.)