I'm pretty certain this is what my guardian angel looks like: hot + bad ass.
I rely on having a guardian angel. Not in an uber conscious way, but I've come to believe that she lets me know she's here when I see numerical combinations, (11:11; 12:12, etc.). It's her way of showing a little bit of notice in the middle of things.
I've been cranky and feeling like a big baby that can't have her way and I'd been unable to shake the feelings until Thursday's acupuncture appointment.
So many thoughts swirled through my mind as I lay on the table. I noted that the past three treatments haven't been overtly relaxing. I also noted that I've experienced a lot of energy movement and reactions in my body that are familiar in a classic, textbook scenario, but I've never experienced physically. I lay on the table feeling the points kinetic; chattering and releasing, and then finally, an overwhelming need to close my eyes. In the last minutes of the treatment my mind finally relaxed enough to let go and then a rush of energy upwards; energy dispersing and diffusing along the channels, releasing from deep within.
Just as I trust my guardian angel to protect me, I trust that my medicine will heal me by treating the root of my problems, not just a prophylactic bandage that takes away the boo-boo until the next time.
