Use Your Words for Healing

Today at the doctor's office I ran into an acquaintance. At first glance I didn't recognize her because her hair was different. After grabbing a cup of hot water for my coffee and preparing to sit, I noticed her standing to get my attention. "Oh, hello." I greeted her with a smile and a big hug. She was one of the people at chemotherapy that had engaged me in conversation a few months ago. She was so friendly that day that I had to offer her some of my gourmet coffee. Thus began a budding friendship.

This day she was filled with tales of ailments, and woe and family. I patiently listened wondering if she had ever practiced praying or making affirmations. Or if she had ever finished the box of coffee she got from me. It seemed that she was content to tell me all of the things that caused her to be in such poor health, even asking me to touch the knot on the back of her head. Really, that was special because I'm very particular about what I touch.

Soon she was called back by the phlebotomist and I to the exam room. I didn't get a chance to ask her to start reciting affirmations for good health and to pray throughout the day.  But I do know how to pray and besides, I've got her number.

Charmed I'm Sure

Good morning world. A restful sleep and an interesting dream has me thinking about jewels; one on my ear and others nearby. What's the meaning of this one huge, clustered, diamond earring in my left ear. Hmmmm! As I awake I think of the jewel as a trinket that might be placed on a charm bracelet and that reminds me of the bracelet my mom bought me when I graduated from 8th grade. Wow! Such a long time ago. But lately I've been longing to purchase a silver bracelet to hang all of my latest accomplishments. That bracelet from 8th grade was such a treat and I'm reminded of it as though it was given to me yesterday. The astonishment of receiving such a nice gift from my mom still brings joy. On that bracelet hung my life. Roller skating, reading, writing, sewing, knitting and the things I couldn't find a replica for, boys. Yeah I was a little boy crazy.

How was my mom able to afford such a gift having so many children? She was a stay-at-home mom and my dad was an auto mechanic. The bracelet was a lasting gift and one I cherished so much. It spoke volumes of her love for me. Perhaps because she is now in her waning years I want to have something close by that will always remind me of her love.