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Opening Doors

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It had been a year or more since my last acupuncture session. It gives me good energy and made a headache go away once, but nothing especially dramatic. In October, I ran into the healer at a potluck. I’ve known her for years as a casual friend but had never had an acupuncture session with her until last week – after my body told me to make an appointment. But this was not a typical session. I must have been ready. The time was right. This was my experience:

November 10, 2016,

two days after the sky fell,

Interrupted cries still lingered in my solar plexus

like mucus bogging down muffled screams

waiting to be flushed free.

Then the drunk guy threw a key at me

when I was only trying to help.

Who needs this?

But that cop wasn’t following  me after all

as I pulled into the space

to visit the healer with magic hands

and the skill to find the stuck places.

She began with my old friend,

Lavender,

to settle my nerves.

The first needle only hurt for a moment

as the door opened and sparks flew.

The others didn’t hurt at all.

When qi started to flow,

I almost giggled

then followed her humming

with my own breath –

Inhale, sooooew. Exhale, Haaaaaah,

like the song of the ocean.

Cardamom opened the doors wider.

Right after I turned over onto my back

is when it happened.

My cold hands finally got warm.

Then, I started to cry. And laugh. And cry.

Mama. Mama? Mama!

Is it really you?

Hold me, Mama.

My fingers can’t reach you!

Daddy is hurting. He misses you so much.

You want me to tell him you’re okay?

Mama’s okay, Daddy.

She’s okay.

Tears.

But wait.

Am I supposed to be

learning how to talk to other ghosts?

Or just my own?

Sandalwood brought me back.

Shaking, I drank from the cup of water

and called my father to give him the message

he already knew.

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My mother died November 14, 2008. She collected angels. Dozens of them still decorate my father’s house. He hasn’t moved any of them. And he won’t move out of that house because he feels her presence there.

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Angels Among Us, a mural by JoAnne Silvia

Author: JoAnna

An open minded, tree-hugging Christian, former counselor, and life-long lover of animals, I'm returning to my creative roots and have published my first book: Trust the Timing, A Memoir of Finding Love Again, available at amazon.com.

19 thoughts on “Opening Doors

  1. JoAnna what a beautiful session you had with your therapist .. Allowing ones self to drift as our closed gates get opened can be a wonderful experience.. I was swept along in your recalling of it ..
    I can only sing the praises of my own Acupuncture therapist I have had regular treatments with for years for FMS.. and other complaints.. She and the Chi Energy have worked wonders. ❤ Sue

  2. These are very moving words, JoAnne.

  3. Such a beautiful post. So glad you shared that!

  4. You words moved me, JoAnna. This was a physically and mentally healing.

  5. Awww! This is beautiful! Here is a guy envying the pampering though, Lol.

    I’m so sorry about your mom and I’m loving your dad for still keeping her stuff

  6. Wow!! JoAnna…I loved this poem so much. You captured exactly what happened to you…I just know it! ANd it was incredible to experience it along with you. Beautiful Angel mural…hope you are well and that you have a super wonderful weekend ❤

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