My Head is Full
An accupuncurist flew into our town for the weekend and set up community clinics. I had just read that accupuncture sometimes is beneficial for healing tendonitis and so I made an appointment.
Have you seen that quote by Goethe (which is actually by W. H. Murray) that:
“Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, the providence moves too. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favor all manner of unforeseen incidents, meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamt would have come his way.”
It does seem like when you put stuff out there and then stay open to noticing what lands in front of you, things often line up. They don't always, but sometimes they do. I figured the accupuncturist might be one of the "do's".
I went this morning. I really wanted her to address my hip - which isn't really my hip. It's actually my lower abdominal muscle where it attaches to my pelvis. It hurts a lot. My elbow hurts too and my feet both have their own issues. She opted to focus on my feet saying that that would move upwards and yada yada.
There may be something to it. My feet are achy so I run differently. I can't stand on my tippy toes I realized since my surgery so I've been practicing the last few days and getting less wobbly and a little taller.
I have no clue if acupuncture will help. It seems a bit foo-foo, but I don't doubt there is a flow of energy and all that - it's just hard to understand why little needles would make changes. This is, of course, because I know very little about it.
I went this morning and she put needles in my feet and hands and then I sat and hung out for an hour while they did their thing. I swear my feet and legs got really hot! My hip (lower abdomen) hurt the entire time and then right near the end started to itch. Odd.
I'm going to go back again before she leaves town.
She also suggested I eat turmeric which is an anti-inflammatory. I'd just read that as well. That's easy to do. She suggested I cut out coffee and alcohol. Um. Alcohol not a problem. Coffee? That's not so easy AND my mother-in-law just sent me some organic happy coffee cultivated by women so I feel obliged to finish that. And then....big sigh...it might happen next month.
But my point to all this....While sitting for an hour with needles in my extremities and pretty music in the background of the Rec Center closet room where we were sitting, I tried to meditate since it seemed a good opportunity. Focus on my breath IN and OUT. Parumph. I relaxed certainly, but never really focused on the breathing thing.
There are just so many thoughts in my head. Thoughts about doing Thai Chi on the cliff edge early in the morning. Thoughts about returning books to the library. About meditating daily with my husband. About....the list goes on. It felt a bit like my house where I have lots of ideas and plans stuffed and stashed into all the corners. Or my body where I have lots of energy pockets stuffed inside next to my liver, and from the image in the mirror, a big cache hanging out in my butt and thighs.
She (the acupuncturist) suggested some yin might be good to balance my yang. I told her my yin consists of the sofa and is probably not my best use of energy. She smiled.