I’d have scoffed if someone had told me during my journalism career that a spiritual care worker in her early 30s would help heal my broken soul.
Natural remedies weren’t my balm. I didn’t practice yoga or meditate. I was a lapsed Catholic. When in pain, I’d go to a doctor. I was a methodical news agency journalist who did one story after another across Southeast Asia and the Middle East. I believed in what I could see.
In mid-2005, I drove from the Indonesian city of Banda Aceh to the town of Meulaboh on the west coast of Sumatra. It was six months after the 2004 Boxing Day tsunami had killed 166,000 people in Aceh province. The 250km
