Friends of therathai
This page is dedicated to all those individuals whose paths I have been so blessed to cross in the learning, practice, and teaching of this ancient healing art.
Their shared presence, support, and encouragement has filled me with a deep sense of gratitude - both unexpected and undeserved.
Who Are My People?
By Rosa Zagnoni Marinoni
Who are they?
I went into the church
Where the congregation worshiped my God.
Were they my people?
I felt no kinship to them as they knelt there.
Where are they?
I went into the land where I was born
Where men spoke my language…
I was a stranger there.
“My people,” my soul cried.
“Who are my people?”
Last night in the rain,
I met an old man
Who spoke a language I do not speak,
Which marked him as one who does not know my God.
With an apologetic smile,
he offered me the shelter of his patched umbrella.
I met his eyes…
And then I knew.