I had a massage this morning. Sometimes, especially when my back is tight, memories or emotions or images surface, and it can be pretty challenging.

Today when she hit those spots, all I could see was sunflowers.
The only clear image I got was myself, resting and recharging.

I even drifted off for a little bit.

I am a little miffed about one thing: I thought of the perfect first lines for my book. I thought, I'll write them down as soon as I get home and that will give me the jump start I need! Except I'm not writing a book, nor have I had any intention of doing so, and when I woke back up I'd forgotten that perfect start, which is a shame because they were so great I might very well have started one just because.