June 08, 2016

The universe provides in mysterious ways. As I was polishing and making the last edits on my book, a friend sent me this article from The Guardian about the genes of holocaust survivors' children and grandchildren being different than those of other Jews not involved in the war. It was icing on the cake to have some research back up my experience, adding another dimension to my work and the idea that what we do to our bodies today can affect the genes of our children. Breathwork and other healing modalities can help us connect, understand and even release negative energy and stress on the cellular level. This leaves the door open to many possibilities — most importantly, I think to how we can create positive change for the future! 

See: Study of Holocaust survivors finds trauma passed on to children's genes

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