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…