Transformaiton

Transformation may sometimes be painful, confusing, frightening and breathtaking. What comes out on the other side is health, wholeness, excitement and breathtaking. The sensation of the later is the reward for the former. Hold on for the ride, breathe in and out slowly as you navigate the unknown with eyes wide open.

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