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."
She's silent.
I've also wrestled with sick.
...blood letting
...chiropractic
...physical therapy
...massage
...Cranial Sacral
...detox, pills, potions, saunas
...scans
IT won't budge.
Walking hurts. Eating hurts. Turning my neck to check my blind spot hurts.
Life hurts.
Better. Not well.
And well is where we're going.
So sorry, Kathy... Well is where we are heading, but why does it have to take so long??? I'm sorry, you are having a bad time right now again... I love you baby sis!
Posted by: Debbie Semarge | 12/11/2011 at 12:12 PM
Beautiful...embrace the Dragon. xxoo
Posted by: Jenny Rush | 12/11/2011 at 01:48 PM
Yes, well is where we are headed...one step at a time..often one painful step..or turn of the neck. Your description here is so vivid. Sending cyber hugs your way today...gentle ones of course.
Posted by: Renee | 12/11/2011 at 05:04 PM
I'm sorry you are feeling yucky! I have been thinking of you. Talk soon. Love you!
Posted by: Melissa | 12/11/2011 at 11:23 PM