Feel the static electricity in the air around you. Hear the deafening cacophony of the storm wail against you, shouting angrily at your rebellion. And ride.
Many lost soul-pieces await restlessly to be acknowledged...just as the ruins of wrecked ships from long ago are waiting for the next storm to uncover them.
While you learn to excavate within and subjugate without, you are writing your own spells to manifest a magic that changes the world.
Then, I discovered my deliverer. He practiced Biofeedback. I’d never heard of it. But, at this point, it was 'Bio' or 'Goodbye Wendy'. Our broken medical system had made everything worse and helped create a budding hypochondriac.
You don’t have to go through a brain injury to experience death and rebirth. Break-ups, divorces, even getting fired from a job, are like little deaths that pull the rug out from beneath us.
What happens when life doesn’t turn out how you planned, hoped for, dreamed of, and maybe, even paid for? What happens when you don’t get the rainbow baby? This is my story. And it is all of our stories, because we will all have storms we must survive. Life is beautiful yet hard; we will all ...