Joah Bates for an ostehopathic biodynamic session.
I returned home, and, in spite of the long 'to do' list waiting for me, I decided to listen to a kind and wise voice inside me, and instead of rushing to busy-ness, I took a nap to help the brain integrate the healing work done.
I woke up feeling light, just like a child without a care in the world. The day is warm and sunny, with a cool May breeze that insinuates itself through the open windows and the dancing curtains. Soft piano music is raising in the air, swirling around the house on invisible waves. Even though I can hear the street noises outside, inside the house there is a sense of quiet stillness.
Inside my skin there is a sense of quiet stillness.
I walk around softly, as if on cat's paws, minding my breath, to keep this fragile state of quiet stillness safe.
I breathe in and out softley. This quiet stillness is a delicate, precious flower whose petals I do not wish to disturb.
My breath is at one with the dancing curtains and the soft piano music.
It's quiet, soft, and free.
And I am grateful.