Tickling a Fish

 

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tickle by Caroline – flickr creative commons

Being diagnosed with two cancers was like being thrown into a tornado. One minute everything is fine, the next: terror. Continue reading

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Dreaming Into Life

Photo credit: Ratha Grimes

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

7161066020_ba2a74b95a_oIn 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

Photo Credit: photophilde

Photo Credit: photophilde

The Grandmother stared fixedly over my right shoulder. As usual, I failed to comprehend the lesson. Continue reading

Low Tide

Photo Credit: Jack Lyons

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

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

IMG_1194My 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

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