My Healer’s Road  One memory stands out more than any of the others when I think of a defining moment on my road as a healer. This moment is personal and it was when I was the one in need of the healing but had not yet chosen to accept it. And I wouldn’t have, were it not for the actions of my spirit team.  It was a cold February night in front of a hospital but still far from its entrance. That day, after months of trying to quit drinking without medical intervention and dangerously tapering off after binges,…