

Ahh, my tiger. Guarding and protecting my sacral chakra. Reminding me to draw the line and remember my creativity.

My Reiki Lineage. Passing on the gift to the children from the ancestors. I hold the energy in my hands.
Dreaming. This one has never come up either. The wild horses running in the surf under the moon. Pigs flying, airplanes and the stuff dreams are made of. In my dreams...
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I am the One who keeps going and going, bending and twisting. I am the One who learns to play and when to draw the line and be serious. I am the One who holds the powerful energy of the mountains in my hands. I use my dreams to fly over the land, creating the impossible and making it mine. I am the One with my eyes closed trusting that my dreams will someday come true. And it won't be when pigs fly!








