Esther, love this story. after spending a gazillion years with my head & neck bent forward over my drawing board, I relied on acupuncture for quite a few years. when I lived in bklyn, I discovered the Chinese school of acupuncture.. it was located in Brooklyn's chinatown in sunset park. the school's owner spoke very little English therefore various students translated. he used very long needles. on the back tip of the needles was a small piece of fragrant wood. a moment before he inserted the needle, he lit the wooden tip. the heat traveled down from the tip. as I felt the needle heating up, the scent of the wooden tip burning brought an extra sensory & pleasurable experience.. this was about twenty five years ago. I just checked to see if it is still in business unfortuunatlely, it is not.
Esther, love this story. after spending a gazillion years with my head & neck bent forward over my drawing board, I relied on acupuncture for quite a few years. when I lived in bklyn, I discovered the Chinese school of acupuncture.. it was located in Brooklyn's chinatown in sunset park. the school's owner spoke very little English therefore various students translated. he used very long needles. on the back tip of the needles was a small piece of fragrant wood. a moment before he inserted the needle, he lit the wooden tip. the heat traveled down from the tip. as I felt the needle heating up, the scent of the wooden tip burning brought an extra sensory & pleasurable experience.. this was about twenty five years ago. I just checked to see if it is still in business unfortuunatlely, it is not.
sorry it's gone (!!)
Thank you for this wonderful poem, dear Esther - who heals with words.
41 Things.(Some odd #)
I'd buy it in a heartbeat.
We are the miracles.
PS
Fifty Things would be my Chapter One