I was not dreaming. I was not awake. I was merely resting, staring at the purple lotus flower (whose insides look like a salt shaker), meditating.
"What do you need to heal?" I asked myself, breathing through the Acupuncture needle zinging in my left foot.
Images washed over me.
My bowels opening up. The waste turning into a dragon. The dragon rising out of the bowl into the air. Me climbing on to its back and flying away.
Tears flooded my eyes.
Then a whisper...
"Suck the sick out of your neck."
A phrase, ironically, I've said to my husband more than 637 times.
For days, I've been searching.
"Here...dragon, dragon, dragon."
I've also wrestled with sick.
...detox, pills, potions, saunas
IT won't budge.
Walking hurts. Eating hurts. Turning my neck to check my blind spot hurts.
Better. Not well.
And well is where we're going.