The Body Remembers

Evening now, cool, the sky reddish pink, lilac, deeper and lighter blue. It’s nice to sit outside, let the breeze play with the wind chimes. I’ve lit a moxa stick, hold it over my left elbow. It eases joint pain very effectively, the recommendation of an acupuncturist.

There’s quite a ritual to it. Unpeel the paper wrapping dexterously, and if you’re like me, less than dexturously. Light a candle, hold the moxa stick over it, watch it catch, blow on the stick to get that right glow.

The pain in my elbow stems from playing cricket when I was 14. Typing can set it off. Picking up a loaf of bread too. A kind of unwanted companion over the years. The body remembers so much; it becomes a text, or series of texts, of and about our lives.

Time to start reading and exploring what it’s saying.

About bydda88

I love poetry, writing, especially writing as healing, as touching the sacred, being touched. And place, places dreaming us, us them. Coasts, rivers, canyons; the ordinary things too, the small things, gestures that reach out.
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2 Responses to The Body Remembers

  1. dogkisses says:

    Wow, I forgot about moxa! I used to use it when I was seeing an acupuncturist. Good stuff too.
    Nice blog you have. I like your posts about lizards 🙂

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