Of palms and breath ...

Have you had your palms read?

Back in Malaysia, I found out about someone who did deep intense readings. Unlike the image here, what she did was ink your hands, then press them onto paper, in order to properly see all the details. If you follow the image source link you'll see what I mean.

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I saw her twice.

Among the few things I remember:

• there were three children lines, but she peered closely at them I guess one of them was not like the others, since she speculated one of the lines signified my niece. She was newly born, I think? Maybe I was going to see her (niece) for the first time on the way back to the US via Switzerland? 
• success would come easily / I would be successful at a career that involved a lot of traveling and meeting people. At that point in time I harbored the thought that I might have a book to write. Crap, was it going to happen? Would the traveling be for book signings? Would the people be readers/fans? The socially awkward introvert me cringed. I ended up abandoning the book, for many reasons. In the back of my mind, I wondered about this part of the reading...

Almost a decade later, it occurred to me that the reading was pretty accurate, just... off by a few years. When did it occur to me? As I was driving to Springfield from BloNo, a trip I've done so often over the past two years, and even more so this year. I'd mentioned in the previous post that one of my sanity savers was getting into Shamanic Breathwork (TM). I threw myself into it, attending pretty much every workshop I could, most of them 3-day events involving making sure Kosh was NOT working / on call those days, making sure I had someone on standby in case the school "had issues." I would drop the kids off on a Friday morning then rush to Springfield then not be home till Sunday night. Oh yeah, after my first intense weekend where I found myself weeping within minutes of having left the workshop and facing a long commute home, I decided I needed to push past my comfort zone and ask for help from fellow attendees for a roof over my head / a place to crash for subsequent events.

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I'm not sure if this is my "career" but it's certainly my focus for the past couple of years; my mental health. And the biggest reason I've come as far as I have is not just the breathwork, but the community that practices it. My tribe, really.

Perhaps this is what was seen in my palms?

Part of me really wants to go back to Malaysia and consult her again. I would have to hope she's not moved office, though, because I can't remember her name, and her contact info is in a non-functioning phone. Who knows when my next trip would be, anyway. Lordy. THAT's another blog post right there... the big trip on 2013, which was the last straw of my mental health. Gah!