Gratitude 357

Yesterday, I went to Seattle for an evening class on healing the effect of abuse that is stuck in the body.
I felt such excitement at the idea of being able to drive to this far far away land (from my European perspective).
I went there and back in the span of 12 hours and each time I crossed the border the custom officer asked if it was my car. It’s a standard question but what was funny was the look on their face when they each followed the line of flowers along side my car…
I am grateful for allowing myself to go on outrageous adventures and for smooth travels.
I am grateful for the peace and nurturing I experienced from gifting and receiving the treatment we learned in class.



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