The Healer & The Healed

I was running down the street in Notting Hill, huffing, puffing, dragging too many bags, rushing towards the appointment with a healer I had booked at the last minute as a window had opened in both our schedules. 

”The synchronicity is potent,” I thought gravely, nodding to The Universe.

“You need this,” The Universe responded—or so I told myself. 

I was f…