Welcome…the year is 1712. The room slightly spins. You are attending the Grand Winter Ball in town. Like a courteous guest, you’ve sampled the food, conversation and the wine 🍷
There are certain remedies not spoken of in court. You step aside to be soothed by a wise and fellow invitee.
During the revelry of the grand ball, you enjoy quiet restoration. I guide you through a gentle sensory ritual — soft inaudible whispers, slow movements, and crystal harmonization to bring you back into balance.
The world softens.
Your breath steadies.
The court fades away.
Perhaps, this sofa will be where you remain until the carriage is called. 🌹
Allow me to tend to you.