Bringing the Wounded Baby

                                                                                by Laura Smith
 

Dream: I find a baby on the ground. I pick it up and see that it is badly wounded. She is wrapped in a cloth, but I see that she has a gunshot wound just above her heart and her head is injured and bleeding. I bring her to the Man. He lays his hand on her head to stop the bleeding and I see that the wound is healed. Then he lays his hand on her heart.

Feeling into this moment is heart break. This is where the tears come and I feel the wound viscerally, because it is my own. She is abandoned, rejected, lost, with no one to attend to her crying and her need. There is bright red blood. I wonder if she is dead. Her eyes are closed. I am afraid to hold her. I might hurt her more. I take her to the Man. I don’t know why I do this. There is no thought, I am just there and He lays His hand on the baby’s head to stop the bleeding. Then I see that the wound on her head is healed. It is magic. It is a gift.

I feel gratitude for the gift of healing and for the gift of finding this baby, as horrific as it is to see her in this condition and to know that she is me. Sue says that she is what I have been searching for. I see her now and how badly she is hurt, but I see her being healed, so I know she can be ok. I see how innocent she is. She didn’t ask for this wound, she did not cause it. It does not matter. My heart breaks open.