2 years ago, I was in London, working as a massage therapist and as an injury recovery Coach. I was living alone in my humble studio in a shared house with other working professionals and it was a special place as it was situated in front of Heathrow airport.
I loved every moment of it, from the vibration of the place to choosing to live in it.
I can’t pretend I am well, my spirit will always be, yet the body in the present mode…, oh. “Today I cry” – the body says. My heart is compassionate to what it truly took all these years of not seeing the clear state of my own mind, heart and soul. Despite being connected, of finding one of the many gifts we are all born with and practice in recent years, my body is finally speaking out what hurts so deep. It goes through stages.
