Walking the Line

Born at the eastern end of the Mediterranean, this girl grows up to be a doctor. She specialises in working with children. In her hospital she often just sits with children in silence. They seem to flourish in her presence. Amongst the children a story grows that if you can touch the edge of her doctor's coat you will get better. Some say her healing powers come from her great beauty. But the healing comes not from her looks or her clothes, but from her inner light and the love that she radiates.

Later she is drawn to travel to where there is tension or pain between communities. As she walks the boundary between them she leaves a stillness in the air, a corridor of light. Somehow when others enter this space afterwards their feelings of hurt or hostility elude them. Instead they catch the scent of a paradise that was hidden and glimpse visions they have not dared wish for.

She travels discreetly, silent, disguised. Usually it is only the children who notice her, the children and the old. Those in the thick of life notice her less. She reminds the children of where they have recently come from. They look up as she passes and run to her side. She brings news of home. When the old see her their hearts open, and they remember the welcome that awaits them after this life.