There’s a beautiful story I’ve always wished to share; that of a young man facing seemingly ‘impossible odds’ and a full recovery born in the depths of a boundless gratitude.

At just 46 years old, Shin-Ichiro Terayama had attained a certain enviable success. Working twelve to fifteen hour days had positioned him at the ‘top of his game’ as president and CEO of his own consulting firm.

Though, in time he’d begun to feel deeply fatigued. As his body further deteriorated, he struggled to perform the simplest of tasks. Five months later, he was so weakened he could barely walk.

Over the next year, he met with leading experts at the very best treatment centers in the world – none could pinpoint the source of his disease. Until finally, one day a specialist noted tenderness on his right side. Further tests revealed a very large tumor had formed on his kidney.

Doctors encouraged immediate surgery, though Shin ‘politely declined’ – a man of his stature was far too busy to accommodate an extended break in routine.

Though in time, and partly owing to his wife’s tearful pleadings, he finally conceded. It was at this time that surgeons discovered the gravity of his ‘disease’.

Over the next several months, Shin endured grueling surgeries and extensive cancer therapy in order to save his life. Though, in spite of these efforts – he was sent home to die; the cancer having spread throughout his now weakened body.

Upon his return home, he reflected on the achievements of his life – achievements born of sacrifice and dedication. In spite of which, he felt oddly unfulfilled – was this only measure of his life’s legacy?

The next morning, he awoke to the sound of birds gathered outside his window – their song so light, he was moved to tears. In their song, he found an immensity of gratitude not previously known. And, between each note – he found strength in fear’s sweet release.

Each day, he resolved to focus on the energy of love – the only energy that had provided relief from his suffering.

In time, his energy returned – with each breath, he could feel the physical pain leaving his body. Soon after (and quite beyond explanation of those medical professionals), scans revealed he was now ‘cancer free.’

Over 2000 years ago, Hippocrates spoke of the natural healing force of our body – citing these to be the true healers of disease. Though, this healing is predicated on a willingness to believe that which can not be so readily explained or evidenced by the measure of contemporary medicine.

Some might proclaim his recovery a matter of miracles, though – what if we are our very own miracles in the making?

What if, though a simple redirection of heart, we might soon remedy the world? Is love, then, the cure for all known ills?

I think it is…what do you think, my friends?

In peace…

Namaste ❤