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Being diagnosed with two cancers was like being thrown into a tornado. One minute everything is fine, the next: terror. Continue reading
Tickling a Fish
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Tag Archives: Visions
Smoke Signals
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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
Elephant Speaks
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Elephant. She’s the animal that showed up for my fifth chakra – the energetic locus of self-expression — that was sliced open just about exactly 3 years ago to the day. The thyroid surgery was terrifying for me – to … Continue reading
Dreaming Into Life
Photo credit: Ratha Grimes
In the morning I sit cross legged with my coffee. In the rain, or the dark, or the ethereal dawn – inhaling the staggering scent of lilies. My counselor said, “watch the places where you go UnConsious,” and my own mind filled in the rest, “because that’s what’s killing you.” Continue reading
Healing Trauma
In Invisible Heroes by Belleruth Naparsteck, she describes the physiological mechanism of trauma; that during trauma the part of the brain that processes language is overridden, and the part of the brain that uses and remembers images is heightened Continue reading
Death
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The Grandmother stared fixedly over my right shoulder. As usual, I failed to comprehend the lesson. Continue reading
Low Tide
Photo Credit: Jack Lyons
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.
Blinded
Earth
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
The Grandmother
My Internal Healer, an imaginary aboriginal Australian medicine woman, communicates with me through pictures and feelings, but never words. Continue reading
Geometry: Intersections
Photo credit: Convair/General Dynamics Convair Liner Airline Map
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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