● 20 Speaking of ... magic

I first met my acupuncturist this summer. It was almost a whole year after I first heard of her from my friend, O. From his stories, the picture in my head was a hefty assistant nurse type of woman, in hospital jumpers. Imagine my surprice, when I'm greeted by a tiny tiny bird-like little lady, always in perfectly ironed flower-printed blouses, and cherry lipstick. A little like a small voiced Edith Piaf.

She's a tiny lady, but with a full-grown self-asteem. Her first words were "finally you are here, so that I can fix you!" Comforting and truly annoying at the same time. The next sentence was, "it will take some time, but we take it one step at a moment", in her own very peculiar swenglish. I don't know why, but she likes finishing of her little wisdoms with personalised english sayings. Very cute.

It takes some time getting used to her views and ways, but after knowing her a few months, I can honestly say she reformed me completely.

I wonder what it is she sees, that the rest of us don't.