There are many techniques to tackle my overwhelm issue, but this article is not about that either. My book, now finished and waiting for one last edit before continuing the formatting and printing processes, reminded me of something. How quickly I could forget that hopping from one hamster wheel to another is not progress.

What eventually sparked this tribe to actively change the place they found themselves, I wouldn’t presume to know, but what a beautiful way to describe what it takes to begin genuine change. As we are open to learning a new way of thinking, of living, of seeing differently, we become more conscious and let ourselves open even more.

One thing I know for sure is that my mind, heart, and soul were all involved in comprehending a random event in the physical world. Most people are aware of what their thoughts and emotions are, but not so much aware of our soul’s role in going deeper.

Others tend to distrust this type of healing work, and I don't blame them. There is nothing to see, no physical mending of body parts, no medical tests to be run that confirm healing has taken place. This is healing work made visible only by words and descriptions of souls disappearing into the light of their new destination. How do others know what I see and hear souls say is real? They don't.

Obviously, the resuscitation of beauty is not more money, status, the latest creams slathered on hopeful faces, or something we can force. It is very much a byproduct of our journeys toward a spiritual power that shines within.

Funny how I look at time now and feel urgency as if I've wasted most of my life doing, rushing, accomplishing. Funny how learning, being, and living don't feel like wasted time. Is time a concept that stretches and shrinks depending on how we think of it?