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The Grandmother comes as soon as I close my eyes. There is no “when” other than this shell that she is holding, Conch? I wonder. Abalone, oyster? No response. Wrong question. She stands on the beach, tangy green wavelets surge … Continue reading
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Ram Joshi
The path to Healing is a slant path, a curved path, a spiral path. The doctors’ scalpels, their lasers, get straight to the problem. But the body heals in curves.
Photo Credit: Rune Brimer
The Grandmother had been staring steadily over my right shoulder at my Future for several weeks. Continue reading
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The Grandmother wept soundlessly. In this vision she stood in “Australia,” her milky blind eyes lifted to the sky. Rivulet of tears scored her wide cheeks. Weeks passed. Continue reading
My Internal Healer, an imaginary aboriginal Australian medicine woman, communicates with me through pictures and feelings, but never words. 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
Photo credit: Iryna Yeroshko
Dr. Smith gently guides me, “You are walking on a path in the woods…. Notice the sounds you hear, the smells, anything that you may find on or near the path …” I pace through the forest in my imagination, passing a good sized granite rock. I hear the shifting of leaves and see warm glowing shafts of light through the forest leaves. “Around the next bend in the path you see a clearing, a safe place, warmly lit by sunlight. You arrive there ….”
As I enter the clearing in the woods, I step into a very hot, dusty yard between two huts made of sticks. An aboriginal Australian woman in her 50s crouches in the reddish dirt. Continue reading
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