Many, many years ago when I first met my husband, we went for a walk to a lovely place near where we lived which is called The High Ledges. It’s a winding path through lovely woods that eventually ends at a ledge which looks over the valley.
On one of those walks, there was an elderly man on the right hand side of the road that seemed to be working on some sort of garden. When we had passed him I looked at my husband and said, “What do you think he’s doing out here?”
“Why don’t you ask him,” was my husband’s reply.
To which I quickly and vehemently replied, “Ask him! I can’t do that!”Continue reading “Connecting and Releasing Old Patterns…”