Ten.Two Thousand, Seven Hundred & Two
In the last bit of the dream, butterflies.
Feet on the floor. Tight. Like they don’t want to flex to walk.
Ending in wheel pose. It’s been years, but I trusted the body to remember, and it did.
I will do that massage after all.
He says my feet are really tight. Funny.
Practicing presence in order to slow down time.
Headache. Hydration. Nap.
“The repeated water emphasis gives intuition, empathy and psychological perception. Taurus placements add the essential counterweight: a life path toward steadiness, self-possession, tangible value and sustainable security.”
Release.
I hope the goats have a better night tonight.
