“Ok, God I’m listening…”
I have learned to surrender to omens. If I don’t, it tires me out with a ceaseless flow of doldrums.
Patience is imperative on any one of these spirited hunts as it reminds me how divine timing is always perfect. What could be a blessing can turn out to be burden when I push too hard, forcing an outcome.
So, I wait.
Months go by. Many NYC license plates surface.
In the meantime, my lethargic, aging feet are getting my attention but it’s something I can’t control so I just accept my dumb luck as my resolution.
And I’ve been searching for a continuing education class for my massage therapist license renewal when I discovered a class online.
A Kansa Vatki foot massage technique in New York!
I have always been intrigued with foot massage when I saw patients in hospice suffering from edema and how a simple foot massage can help heal and comfort.
“Ok, God I’m listening…”