Part I: I Heard the Sound of My Wounds Healing

I heard the sound of my wounds healing. As I lay blanketed by the pitch black night, unable to see even my hand in front of me, on a small mat under thick alpaca blankets, something happened. Something so sacred moved through me, I’ve never felt, nor do I exist the same again. Since thatContinue reading “Part I: I Heard the Sound of My Wounds Healing”

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