April 14, 2010
Tension. We carry it in our bodies. It is when someone grabs my hand that I realize I am holding tension there. I was surprised to see my hand looking so strained in this image.
I visited my acupuncturist in an attempt to calm my butterflies and take care. The bruise is from a needle that hit a small vessel beneath my skin. It doesn't hurt and I do feel better.
We all carry things we keep hidden. We suppress and restrain while aware they are lurking. They don't fade. Eventually, our needs surface. We have to take our lives into our own impassioned hands.
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