But it Feels So Good

We were talking about feeling better in general. In specific, we were getting to know each other, peeling away another layer on our big onion of life. I take time to get to the point. In this story, it took longer than forever for me to make mention. Based on our conversation, Ear Candleing falls into the proven and unproven catagories of efficacy. I know because I get it done and my Boss tells me that "they" have proven that the matter that I mistake for ear wax in the parafin tube is but the material that the candle itself is made of. The candle is white, the refuse that we find in it after the flame is blown out can range from orange, to yellow, to amber and sometimes little shades of brown and red appear. I want to touch it, smell it, make nice with it, regardless of what my Boss reads and what they say in articles, I believe that it comes from me. My ear candle practitioner discourages me from getting that deep into the process. She is Texan and she says, "we just don't do that."

I go in for ear candling because it feels great! efficacy aside, I love the feeling of the sounds, the smell of the lavender oil, massageing into my skin. I love the touch of the practioner, as she draws me out and deeper into myself as I listen to my inside comeing out of me. I answer her questions, I breathe more evenly and when I slide off of the table, colors appear more vibrant than ever. It is then that I see into things best and not as often as I wish.

Who cares if articles are written claiming that it does no good, pulls nothing out, that it can't do what I believe it does, who cares. The entire process is like getting ready for a date with a favorite man. The drive into the Hill Country is always flawless in nature. The wide open Texas sky peaking out in between enormous rolling hills. Getting into town is always ritual like. I stop at the whole foods grocery, say howdy and get a bottle of water and a bar of Bluebonnet soap made Texan proud. Down the road, I pull over under a tree and wait for the moment to arrive. On the porch, I reach for the door and am invited in by the warmest person I know. She hugs me and I am gone.