Poetry and Placebo
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smokingbootI love rain in the dark. I love to hear cars driving through puddles, I love it when some undoubtedly very damp bird announces the sun should be arriving any time now. I used to sleepwalk in the pre-dawn, and now wake for it, or half wake, astonishingly real images passing through my mind. Being a night owl is impossible when cats get you out of bed at 5. They train you. This morning they were worse and woke me before 2.59 am, I know this because it was the time I saw on the cooker just as I was stumbling about ready to feed them breakfast. I swore slightly, fed them nothing, and returned to bed.
But the images I saw yesterday morning have stayed with me.
One was a huge citrine on my hand. Serious aching joints are an(other) unfortunate side effect I was warned about, and it's meant a lot of pain in my hands and wrists, particularly the nondominant one. if I didn't know better I would consider this some form of rheumatism/arthritis but I was tested for it a while back, and the results were negative. I've never been one for crystals, but after the diagnosis, I started having waking dreams of gems and stones on my hands, and not just my old favourites but others; bloodstone and opal and jet. I had a craving for this latter for a few days and then it went away. The citrine yesterday morning was massive. 'Why not an amber?' I asked my dreamhead seeing as amber's a far more interesting stone to me, 'too warm,' came the reply. I am sure there are principles of dressed up but very basic sympathetic magic behind much crystal therapy; there's also the evocation of legend; garnets as lanterns on the ark, pearls as tears of the moon, these all stir something within the poet/artist. I get the association of ideas. Yes, OK ,clever backbrain, for me the gold of amber is warm, the yellow of citrine is cool.
Next there was a piece of leather, like some kind of cuff for a wrist, a floral motif repeating across the surface, holes where the laces/string go through. My clarity faded as I woke properly. I begin to suspect my body is smarter than I give it credit for. My hand feels inflamed and painful, my wrist is smarting, somehow useful images turn up; cool it, support it. I do have some citrine so being a very literal creature I placed it on the affected wrist, along with orange calcite on the back of my hand for no better reason than the way its colour cheers me up.
And yes the pain went away. Seems to have stayed away too,this morning the hand feels - crazy to say it - entirely pain free. I keep flexing it in disbelief, can't belief I can grab the arm of this chair without wincing. I don't know why this is so much better, though I suspect keeping the wrist/hand still under a cool weight for a while helped. Why my backbrain didn't just present me with a box of ibuprofen I don't know, but no point questioning the inner thinker. It may take a winding road but it gets there in the end.
But the images I saw yesterday morning have stayed with me.
One was a huge citrine on my hand. Serious aching joints are an(other) unfortunate side effect I was warned about, and it's meant a lot of pain in my hands and wrists, particularly the nondominant one. if I didn't know better I would consider this some form of rheumatism/arthritis but I was tested for it a while back, and the results were negative. I've never been one for crystals, but after the diagnosis, I started having waking dreams of gems and stones on my hands, and not just my old favourites but others; bloodstone and opal and jet. I had a craving for this latter for a few days and then it went away. The citrine yesterday morning was massive. 'Why not an amber?' I asked my dreamhead seeing as amber's a far more interesting stone to me, 'too warm,' came the reply. I am sure there are principles of dressed up but very basic sympathetic magic behind much crystal therapy; there's also the evocation of legend; garnets as lanterns on the ark, pearls as tears of the moon, these all stir something within the poet/artist. I get the association of ideas. Yes, OK ,clever backbrain, for me the gold of amber is warm, the yellow of citrine is cool.
Next there was a piece of leather, like some kind of cuff for a wrist, a floral motif repeating across the surface, holes where the laces/string go through. My clarity faded as I woke properly. I begin to suspect my body is smarter than I give it credit for. My hand feels inflamed and painful, my wrist is smarting, somehow useful images turn up; cool it, support it. I do have some citrine so being a very literal creature I placed it on the affected wrist, along with orange calcite on the back of my hand for no better reason than the way its colour cheers me up.
And yes the pain went away. Seems to have stayed away too,this morning the hand feels - crazy to say it - entirely pain free. I keep flexing it in disbelief, can't belief I can grab the arm of this chair without wincing. I don't know why this is so much better, though I suspect keeping the wrist/hand still under a cool weight for a while helped. Why my backbrain didn't just present me with a box of ibuprofen I don't know, but no point questioning the inner thinker. It may take a winding road but it gets there in the end.
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Date: 2023-10-08 04:45 pm (UTC)You have me trying to envision what an ibuprofen ring might look like. 😀