Back to Basics

It was the summer of 2008 in Berlin. Sinking into the sand of the city's foundation, I saw my path: a dirt road with no end in sight, and I was standing there naked with a warm wind whistling in my ears. It was my tuning fork. The sound that would align all my tangential thinking, wandering why-nots and ADD rampages. The sound that revealed to me that I was in fact a healer. So what is a 'healer.' I didn't want to be the new age doused in patchouli yogi vegetarian, even if I appreciate all of those things individually. I didn't want to go back to school for a Masters in Social Work or acupuncture or massage therapy. If anything I wanted to be a shaman and take drugs and chant and dance half naked and sing and envision characters. But I think I want to go back to something very basic. To my own breathe. To my environment and the people around me. To my body, the cycles and rythyms of life. So here my journey as a healer begins. Breathe in - picture a tree, Breathe out - picture how that tree is connected to everything. Breathe in - picture chocolate cake, Breathe out - picture it in your belly. mmm...moist n juicy.