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Showing posts with label postcards. Show all posts
Showing posts with label postcards. Show all posts
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Monday, July 22, 2013
blazes of color
“The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color...
oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples...”
~ Anna Godbersen~
Sunday, June 2, 2013
beyond the needle
I have no photo to share.
Only my words.
Yesterday I experienced my first acupuncture therapy.
I have been dealing with severe unexplainable back pain for 13 days now.
After Dr.Crack-in-the-Back, X-rays, massage, healing touch and Reiki,
I surrendered to a new method of treatment.
Needles.
Acupuncture is something I have always romanced when suffering discomfort in my body, yet never pursued. Maybe it was not the right time. Nor the right person. Maybe my body was not really ready.
My visit with this woman Amy Oros was like being wrapped up in the softest fuzziest coziest blankie you ever felt. Her barefeet was witness to her grounded approach. Her slow, soft intentional voice is like velvet. Her eyes locked into mine with compassion, understanding and intuition. Tears actually welled up in her eyes as I shared my truth with her. She asked me the perfect questions. My answers have been locked deep inside my tissues, my muscles, my core.
She listened deeply.
I let go.
There is more work to be done.
I am unsure where this leads.
But I feel it is important enough to share here.
Yesterday I shared the following on Facebook. The responses were just as healing and comforting as any form of healing touch or therapy.
I am taking it all in....I value the support of my virtual community
Only my words.
Yesterday I experienced my first acupuncture therapy.
I have been dealing with severe unexplainable back pain for 13 days now.
After Dr.Crack-in-the-Back, X-rays, massage, healing touch and Reiki,
I surrendered to a new method of treatment.
Needles.
Acupuncture is something I have always romanced when suffering discomfort in my body, yet never pursued. Maybe it was not the right time. Nor the right person. Maybe my body was not really ready.
My visit with this woman Amy Oros was like being wrapped up in the softest fuzziest coziest blankie you ever felt. Her barefeet was witness to her grounded approach. Her slow, soft intentional voice is like velvet. Her eyes locked into mine with compassion, understanding and intuition. Tears actually welled up in her eyes as I shared my truth with her. She asked me the perfect questions. My answers have been locked deep inside my tissues, my muscles, my core.
She listened deeply.
I let go.
There is more work to be done.
I am unsure where this leads.
But I feel it is important enough to share here.
Yesterday I shared the following on Facebook. The responses were just as healing and comforting as any form of healing touch or therapy.
I am taking it all in....I value the support of my virtual community
" I
want a tattoo.
I want to carve a stamp.
I want to skydive.
I want to
fall into a pool of lime green jello.
I want to rim a frosty mug with
habanero, dip it into salt,
pour in cold cerveza and chase it with Gold
Patron.
~ just sayin ~ {anything but this pain in my backside}
Yes, I am
whining on FB...not my usual post !! "
this is my Postcard from Paradise
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Postcards from Paradise
Eat, drink, create and live your life in full color!!
Join me, Rebecca and friends as we visit each others Paradise
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