Where breath becomes intention.
“Before the first page turns, there is breath — the breath of intent.”
This prologue opens the Grimoire of Healing Hands — a book where medicine meets the quiet magic of life. There are no spells here. There is reverence, a deep respect for the act of care itself. It involves witnessing pain, easing it, and restoring peace.
Every word is a breath drawn after a long night shift. Every line is a touch against a cool forehead.
This grimoire is not about miracles, but about reality — where the miraculous lives in every small act. In the courage to stay, even when it hurts. In the nurse’s ability to balance body and spirit, pain and hope.
When you open these pages, do it as you would listen to a heartbeat — calmly, reverently, and with love.

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