The feeling of not having to do things by myself and having that spirit truly close has been wonderful. I felt compelled to have something permanent - as a reminder to myself of this death expereince and was gifted with this......
Heres a pici of my committment to my path - that of beauty and grace. I think I’ll leave it here, and in my next post describe how I came to getting this. Suffice to say, it was a guided experience…. And I love love love love it.
Ok - I hate my voice at the best of times - but for those who have not heard me speak - may the Goddess save your tender eardrums.... and then you will realize why I type, and not podcast my stories and blog entries. After five years in the UK, I ended up actually quite liked my weird cockney/ midlands accent; but slowly and surely its eroded and now I am as occa as they come.
Press play if you dare!!
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