Friends of therathai

This page is dedicated to all those individuals whose paths I have been so very 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

My people?
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.

My people!
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.