Wednesday July 7th

Day 78

Gentle soothing fingers massage deep into the muscles of my low back.

“They are irritated an inflamed,” he says - the wise man who knows how muscles and the mind are bound together like connective tissue.

It’s hard to speak it out - this buried angry fire - easier to let my back take the strain. Just for now though - until I can let kindness creep in and put the fire out. Soon, soon.