Welcome

Sacred Stories is your invitation to again be enchanted by stories. Every story told here is true, although some may seem almost unbelievable.

~Angeles Arrien, cross-cultural anthropologist

“Often when you would go to a shaman or a holy person or a medicine person in traditional people’s, they’ll ask you, and you say that you’re disheartened or dispirited or depressed, they’ll say, ‘When did you stop singing? When did you stop dancing? Or moving in your body? When did you stop being enchanted by stories? And particularly by your own life story? And when did you stop being comforted by the sweet territory of silence?’ “

The idea of this page grew out of a workshop with Dr. Mary Jo Bulbrook as she kept saying to a group of individuals loosely called healers: “You need to find a way to write these stories.” But these stories happen in relationships governed by laws that protect privacy of patients or clients. It became obvious we could create a large bulletin board upon which to write, thus protecting persons’ identity while telling what needs to be told.

You may email debra@scs-matters.com to submit your sacred stories for consideration. As we honor our experiences—especially those that do not fit neatly into our logical structure of thinking—you let the soft animal of your body relax into a larger meaning of life.

Healing of a Heart

She was born with a congenital heart defect—they were soon to realize it was the same one that had claimed the life of her older brother. Her heart muscle was so undeveloped it took more energy for her to suck than she gained from eating, so she was failing to thrive.


baby ng tube

The medical staff did what they could. They put her on a heart transplant list. But, thankfully, donor infant hearts are not often available.

A feeding tube was placed in her nose, so her mom and dad could give her formula.

Prayers for healing began. The list of volunteers took turns lifting up their prayers around the clock.

Days….
Weeks….
Months….
She began to gain weight.
Still no donor heart.

She grew strong enough for the feeding tube to come out.
Still no donor heart.

She began to crawl.
Still no donor heart.

She began to walk.
Her heart muscle was getting stronger!

She began to talk.
Her name came off the transplant list.

She went to school. She grew into a lovely young woman.

“Pray as though everything depended on God. Work as though everything depended on you.” – Saint Augustine