In nursing school I learned about physiology and anatomy of the body, reporting objective data, ACLS, and saving a life. What was not in the books was what I learned as I sat holding the hand of a dying patient. The spiritual connection was palpable. I did not need my stethoscope to know that the spark of life had left her. I was reminded of the first moment when I looked into the eyes of my newborn daughter. There was already a knowing in her eyes, and an instant connection as old as time, and as fresh as a moment. I was known in my cardiac unit as an excellent predictor of the anticipated doctor's diagnosis. I often "just knew" the medical reason for the patient's symptoms just from my intuition. I asked myself: what is this knowing, and what is the spark? Concurrently, I devoted much of my spare time to personal growth. I resonated with the idea that there is always a part of me who is the "witness" to my thoughts and feelings. I made and kept a commitment to daily meditation, which deepened and grounded me. When I was introduced to Healing Touch, and felt the energy and the heart connection; all the pieces seemed to fit into place. I "just knew" that providing Healing Touch would be my life's work.