A Lesson On Grounding

I am quickly remembering who I am. I didn't think I needed that, but maybe I do. I am remembering through my senses, vibration and energy. Public transit is harsh that way: homelessness, mental illness, business suits and brief cases. You see it all from the window. Some of it comes within feet. That's the … Continue reading A Lesson On Grounding

Donuts and Green Juice

I was nearly thirty-five when I went to massage school. I had been a credit union employee for several years at that point.  My roots were in North Dakota.  I was raised on the family farm in the heart of cattle country. Self-care wasn't exactly taught.  Sit down and rest for a few minutes was … Continue reading Donuts and Green Juice