A HANDRAIL POLISHED SMOOTH BY ALL THE HANDS THAT HAVE HELD IT BEFORE.

When I teach self-hypnosis (which is very easy to learn by the way) I do so by asking folk to imagine that they are walking down a flight of stairs.

Now, these stairs can lead anywhere you wish them to, but perhaps for now (I say), these stairs lead down to a deserted cove… of white sand and blue sea…

And so starts my self hypnosis.

We look around us. The sky, the sea, the stairs and the handrail.

We notice that the stairs are wooden, worn deeper in the centre and covered with a sprinkling of fine, white sand. And then we look to the hand rail.

This imagined handrail has been polished smooth by all the hands that have held it before. It has supported woman after woman after woman on this very same journey.

Now, obviously in the current Covid climate I appreciate that perhaps this is no longer as relaxing and comforting as it used to be!! But the thought and image is still there. So many women have walked before you, so many have taken this path. A long, golden light all the way back into the past as your future also stretches out in front of you.

We are the sum of all the experiences that happened before us and all the memories that we now choose to make.

Perhaps let that settle in your mind as you prepare for your own birth.
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