Baa Baa Black Sheep Have You Any Oil?

...and one for the little boy who lives down the lane

I was suspended, floating in mid air.

The black oil made up of illness, fear, bad thoughts, evil intent pooled and collected before seeping from my chest as though impelled from within to be drawn above where it removed itself to who knows where. Feeling so much lighter since then, as though even more energy can find a home now that so much of the old has gone and left me with a little more capacity for lightness and loveliness..

Light &
Love
Jon
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