A few days ago I visited my super duper, master acupuncturist for a treatment. Feeling considerably more optimistic and buoyant after, I met my son for lunch. We ordered and were preparing to sit at a table, at which point he looked at me and said, “Mom, you’ve got something on your head. Actually, there are 2 needles sticking out.” Bewildered, I reached up, felt the needles and gently removed them. Then I started laughing, realizing that this was an OOPS. My acupuncturist told me at the beginning of the treatment that they needed to stay in for a while, but he and I both forgot them as we concluded our session talking about politics and basketball. (As these were 2 points connecting to ancestral wisdom, I certainly didn’t mind).
This small 8”x10” piece immediately came to mind, and I’m thinking about giving it to him. Collaborating with him for over 20 years, I feel confident in his sense of humor and that this would be a token for redemption of sorts. Lol!
