I have been head-down, tail-up again in the next instalment of the Etheric Transfusion healing work that I've been asked to co-facilitate/edit/channel. And in part of my reading, I came across a little pearl that I'd like to share today.
A spiny ant-eater does not need its belly rubbed, it just needs to be able to get on with its life and purpose. Its spikes are for weathering the storms of existence, not for needling the unnecessary.
And that is just what I am lately: the Ant Eater.
