I was sitting uncomfortably on the charter bus, like the Hunch Back himself, as we plow down the road back to Bangkok. We were at a rest stop. I looked out the window at a vacant concrete parking lot. My mind was wandering. What's new? isolated. angry. fireworks of accusation. disorder of thought. pointing fingers. not understanding. the enemy of my soul emphasizing imperfections running around teasing the healed parts. How many times do I have to put situations on the Altar for me to understand it is not my battle to fight? How many prayers does it take to realize His higher ways?! From behind me, hands press on the sore spots of my shoulder blades. Fingers move in pulsed circles. It was Carol, the 'cool mom'/teacher/massager/yoga instructor/friend who started giving me a thai massage. Instantly she could read my body language by how I held my upper body . As she lengthen my (already 'giraffe') neck and opened my shoulders to their healthy place of w...
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