I was invited to do a small gathering of women in Santa Barbara at the home of Jane Olson. I only knew two of the 13 women when I arrived. There was a psychic/author, Reiki healer, Tibetan energy worker/artist from Paris, global environmentalist, human rights activist, and more. All were doing work in some capacity to heal the world and its children.
I came in the second day with the energy of a missile shot from LA. My entertainment biz persona glowed white hot against the cool blue ocean and relaxed spirits who had one whole day before to come down from their normal lives. They gently coaxed me down through the layers and it didn’t hurt that a school of dolphin appeared twenty feet off her deck, jumping and playing around an anchored sailboat. There was a black lab named Idaho that showed up to kiss my face each time I’d get stuck at an ugly street layer. We named the group Amma Soup and vowed to return regularly.
I returned to LA the next day, May 20, 2010, renewed. My one big appointment commented that I was glowing. That was true. So I cried like I always do when something is true.
