Last night my brother called me. Itβs been a long story, but the call ended in tears with me alone, several floors up, crying on my bed in the sad, wailing kind of way that a mom mourns her child. In between my crying out, I happened to look out the window of my Airbnb at an old beautiful apartment and realized how similar the view looked to my hypnotized past self. I was a similar age and feeling a devastating pain.
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Oh what a night! The whole day felt like a movie. What a dream. Melissa and Ryan infused their day with so much love and beauty. Take a look! There's so much to love.
Read moreFertility Vacation 2.0 // Hypnosis
During one my hypnosis sessions I was asked to visit one of my past lives. What I saw was myself back in time maybe 100 years ago, living in a coastal city in Portugal. I live alone. I do chores and kind of go through the motions and my life seems sad and lonely. My past self offers some advice. Alone is not better. It just seems safer, but in the long run, you are alone. I imagined her sadness and the loss of not being able to connect with other people to be stuck alone in your own head. I also had this other flash from a movie or the idea of the sound a mother makes when they lose their child - a wailing, a total heartbreak. A horrible sound.
Read moreFertility Vacation 2.0 // My Last Dollar
Once I got out of the Airbnb in Prague and looked around at the familiar painted houses in Vinohrady it hit me. What the fuck am I doing here? A bit of shock, horror and a small fleeting moment where my mind rejected the whole idea.
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