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“Full speed ahead, and damn the torpedoes!”
 

 

In essence, that describes the way I navigated the first 30 years of my life. By the time I was settling into my 3rd decade, I had already: lived in four different countries, tried four different occupations, divorced two husbands, and had three children. Believing myself to be sincerely heart-led, I did not realize the wounds clouding my judgement. So, I sprinted my way through life, making choices that brought me beautiful experiences or left me stumbling down wandering paths and falling into holes. Then, with no warning, a torpedo hit.  

At 32 years of age, I had a subarachnoid hemorrhagic stroke from a brain aneurysm. In those first few days, incapacitated in critical care, the only things anchoring me to the planet were my daughters. I think a part of me also sensed that my survival would signify a greater calling or role for me to play in the world, to do what I could to make it a better place. I didn’t realize then that it was my path to recovery after this horrific but magical derailment of my life that would serve as the primary training ground for my work as one who could support others on their healing journeys.  

Before my stroke, I had been working as a doula for a couple of years, with the eventual plan to become a midwife. As my post-stroke life returned to some semblance of normalcy, I continued to support families on their journeys to parenthood. However, with a growing desire to acquire tools to assist others with their health and wellness, I decided to pursue massage therapy instead of midwifery. During this time, I was also faced with the challenge of rebuilding both my deconstructed self and my life. With little to no help from any western medical professionals in my healing phase (though I am very grateful for the necessity of medicine to save lives in acute situations – as it did for me), I started to research and learn, experimenting with supplemental/herbal and nutritional approaches. In this way, I eventually found my way to wholeness - first for my body and mind, and later for my spirit.

 

Now, easing into my 4th decade, I feel grounded, grateful and full of vitality. My passion for learning about physical, mental, emotional and spiritual healing continually grows. Still heart-led, both my own and others’ individual challenges regularly inspire me to investigate and seek solutions. Along the way, my experiences regularly affirm what I have always instinctively believed: that there is a path to wholeness for everyone and the body wants to work as nature intended. Healing happens when we remove or resolve whatever impedes the natural balance.

For many, this can be a difficult or overwhelming process, which is where I come in. When we are in the midst of suffering, whether physical or emotional, it can feel endless and even unbearable. I remember the agony of that part of my own journey. Yet, in time, each painful experience passes and becomes simply a memory. Along with the memory, we can view the lessons we learned as gifts. Acquiring this perspective was likely one of the greatest lessons learned from my own dark times. It allows me to patiently and lovingly walk alongside others in their struggles, with faith that together we can find solutions to empower them on their unique path to healing and wholeness.  

Joy has guided me through personal health, the birth of my child and kept me sane in the turbulent postpartum waters. She’s my rock.”
— Meg Davis