It was weird. It was defeating. It was a reminder of an ancient pact that I made with Spirit.
Bowl of Light
I’m living in a Jane Austin novel
I thought we were different. I was wrong.
Death waits for no man ~ M. Zusak
Hello, my name is Lindsay, I’ll be your angel of death today.
I was a Kingmaker
As I reflect on it more and more I have come to understand that I fell into an age old story.
Neither at fault. Both responsible.
I’ve noticed a pattern. It’s staring me in the face. I have no solution to it. I don’t know what its root cause is. All I know…… Read more “Neither at fault. Both responsible.”
VVitch
Weaving my way with language…a new spelling and a new concept. Welcome to the musings of my mind.
On Which I Reflect About Word Choice
I can’t remember when I came to this realization but most likely within the past year. I began to think of myself as a weaver of sorts.
I am a massage therapist with a high mortality rate
Yes, you read that correctly. These words were spoken by my boss at the Hand to Heart Project, Steve Gordon when we were discussing the most fulfilling…… Read more “I am a massage therapist with a high mortality rate”
My Teachers
Who are my teachers?
Breast massage?
Why is breast massage important for women’s health?