Her true spirit, reborn.

In Chagrin Falls, sound bathing on the first of the year. My back melted like a block of ice into the warm floor of blankets beneath me. The crystal bowls vibrated in deep tones, warming my muscles. My brain tickled along with them, encouraging me to clear space for new beginnings, for rebirth. Inspiring me to have fun with her again. I invited good memories to flood my mind, starting with unforgettable firsts. Wining and dining to the nines in New Orleans. Seeing the Glass Menagerie in New York City. Going to Cedar Point to ride the Blue Streak. I was exhilarated with gratitude. How lucky am I to have these moments in my heart. Simple memories of ordinary days dripped into my brain like cool rain on a light and breezy morning. Watching the Young and the Restless and the Bold and the Beautiful. Eating in the car at McDonald's and using the glove box as a table. Going grocery shopping. Listening to What's Up by Four Non Blondes. Laughing together. I'm learning. I'm figuring it out. Everything's coming together. The sounds intensified. The energy shifted to uplifting bells. I felt a closeness, a connection. A realization of how much time it took to invite her in again. Her true spirit, free of pain and free of worry. An appreciation for a fresh start with our spiritual journey together as mother and daughter.