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Grandmother. I hold my morning coffee and call for her, quiet voice in my head. Grandmother. She comes. She’s sitting today on my right, crouching, actually, a favorite posture of hers. A cigarette dangles from incredibly calloused fingers, they are … Continue reading
The community Heals. The person who is ill is like one cell of a vast organism. Her illness simply expresses a communal imbalance, or “dis-ease.” Continue reading
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The Grandmother had been staring steadily over my right shoulder at my Future for several weeks. Continue reading
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The Grandmother stared fixedly over my right shoulder. As usual, I failed to comprehend the lesson. Continue reading
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Drifting in a sea of fatigue, like flotsam washed on the beach, I rested on the acupuncture table, my personal chemotherapy low tide. The Grandmother stood at my feet holding a wing of a large red parrot with yellow epaulets. She waved the wing down the length of my entire body, gently brushing away the disease that the chemotherapy released from my body. Then she stroked upward with the red wing, using it to draw energy up from the Earth, through the soles of my feet, into my chemically burned body.
This was the first impression I had that the cancer was losing its grip.
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I was a slow learner. Although immobilized on the acupuncture table, I felt restless and frustrated, certain that my Internal Healer could help me, yet not understanding my vision. She stood motionless in a ring, or a hub, of light. For three weeks. Continue reading
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I was pinned into physical stillness by twenty or so slender acupuncture needles. My immobility belied the tornado generated by a recent breast cancer diagnosis. Continue reading
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