Mine was, by weariness of blood and brain,
more bitter fruit of pain
Sought in the darkness of a harlot's bed,
To make me as one dead:
To loose the girders of the soul, and gain
Breathing and life for the Intelligible;
Find death, yet find it living. Deep as Hell
I plunged the soul; by all blind heaven unbound
The spirit, freed, pierced through the maze profound,
And knew itself, an eagle for a dove.
--"Tannhauser"
francesca:
I just came back from an intensive "therapy for the therapist program" at Therapy on the Rocks in Sedona, AZ. It was great and I'm recomending it to all the massage therapist I know! Hope you are well. 
