By Lisa Dumas – Yoga Instructor
It’s the end of a yoga class and you’ve left feeling serene and at peace. However, after checking cell phone messages, dealing with traffic or diving back into a lengthy to-do list, that blissful yoga-buzz comes to a jarring, abrupt end.
When I was a young girl, a bird flew into the kitchen window. It fell to the ground unconscious and I thought it was dead. I picked up the lifeless bird and held it between my two hands very gently, willing my good intention from one palm to the other and through the bird. Shortly after the bird came to and I believed I had healed it. As I look back it seems I was destined to be a massage therapist.