One of the qualities I admired most about my mother was her generosity. She lost it and her tact with a massive stroke twelve years before she died. I have already lost my tact, though many would argue I never had any. I hope to remain generous. Whenever I sell a painting, I buy another artist's work. What comes around, goes around. I was talking to my acupuncturist (who is not only talented but young and lovely) about creativity. She went to art school but said she really loved music more. I asked when she had last played and she replied, about a year ago because her clarinet had broken. When asked, she said it would cost about $100 to fix but that financially, repair was a luxury. I haven't sold a painting lately but I had my 'card' money. ( I sell note cards with images of my work for $5. After paying for the state tax, the cards, the cellophane envelopes, the premium photo paper and genuine Epson ink, I probably make less than 35 cents a card. I try to ignore that.) At the end of my session I gave her a hundred dollars of card money and told her to get her clarinet repaired. What comes around, goes around.
My qi is in knots. A Gordian Knot of the twelve pulses. If this reads like gibberish, I hope you will forgive me. Acupuncture is my favorite hour of the week. The first several sessions she drained my stagnated qi. Apparently I have quite a log jam. (Small wonder, given the arsenal of migraine pharmaceuticals I took for decades.) Last week she made the pain in my shoulder, that was getting much worse with physical therapy, go away. I was amazed. This week she addressed my "cold qi" with a glass cup suctioned over my belly button. No ice crystals formed. I have no idea how acupuncture works, but she can stick me with needles 'til the cows come home.