An Airbag of Loving Aunties: Reflections on Gratitude
A few hours before I crashed my car, I was horizontal on the floor of a friend’s house being purified by fire. At least, that was what the card I’d drawn from her card deck suggested. My friend had invited six of us to a sound bath, creating one of those safe, non-judgmental spaces where it feels easy to relax and let go. As she moved around us with her Tibetan bowls, I felt something begin to course through me. It wasn’t the soft golden light I’d vaguely expected. It felt more like fire, raw and cleansing, like a swift river of lava. Giving up on the soft tinkly bells I thought I’d signed up for, I surrendered to it and set an intention: to let anything that was out of alignment with the person I was becoming be swept away. With hindsight, maybe I shouldn’t have done that. Afterwards, I drove to the beach. It felt important to plant my feet in the sand. I had one of those strict conversations with myself, as …


