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I was nervous as hell on Giller Gala day awhile ago, and my gorgeous publisher, Sarah MacLachlan, asked me if I'd like her to whip me over to her acupuncturist.  I shook my head in horror. What I wanted more than anything was go go home and curl up in bed with the teddy bear my grandma made when I was five. Not  have long needles stuck by a stranger into my naked body. But if you look at the photo below, of Sarah on Giller night after her own acupuncture treatment, you get a notion of how gorgeous she is, how energetic and fiery. She's a dynamo that one. I filed her acupuncture offer under Ideas that Might be Nice for Other People, and went to the gala with my heart in my throat.

I have a beloved naturopath who helped me a great deal when I nearly went bonkers a couple of years ago renting my house in Newfoundland. I was getting calls from prospective tenants that went like this: "I'd really like to bring my own settee, but I've had an accident and now it is drenched in urine." Or this: "Halt all advertising of your house - it was destined for me! I'm in Texas right now but I swear I'll be there in two and a half days, once I finish this horrendous goddamn breakup with my criminal girlfriend." I ended up selling the house instead of renting it, but not before I got all the symptoms of thyroid shut-down. My naturopath, however, made me a herb tincture that made me feel the world was a good place again, a place without urine-soaked couches. After I got home from the Giller Gala I went back to her and asked her for something to calm me down like she did before.

"I think," she said, "what might help you a lot, is the work of this very good acupuncturist I know."

She wrote his name and number on her card, and I have been carrying it around ever since in the back pocket of my little red moleskine, trying to avoid it but not wanting to throw it away. So today, on day six of a year in which I have resolved to daily do something I've never done before, I called the acupuncturist and made an appointment for next week. Look at the lady in red: she's all aflame. She's a live wire, and maybe I'll be all electric again when the man with the needles is finished with me. 


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On January 7th, 2011 01:47 am (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
Hmmmm not so electric! At least not always
Dear Kathleen:

You're sweet to think this about me! Right now I'm feeling well felled by food! Post Christmas hanging out in Nova Scotia eating lobster and all the left over festive food stuffs that fill our fridge still.

I hope that you like your acupuncture appointment - believe it or not - I go to mine to calm me down! But they'll do for you what you need that's the great thing about it.

sxo
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On January 7th, 2011 03:36 am (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
maybe you can pass along the name on that card.
xaz
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On January 7th, 2011 03:28 pm (UTC), amandaleduc.blogspot.com commented:
As someone who was once also unsure of The Acupuncturists (I mean, it sounds like the name of a band! Not a health professional!), and who has now been wholly converted to their magic, I think you'd really enjoy it, Kathleen. I too found acupuncture to be a wonderfully relaxing, invigorating experience.

Thank you so much for your lovely words on my earlier post. I wish you much joy in the year ahead.

Amanda
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On January 7th, 2011 05:53 pm (UTC), Marilee Pittman commented:
I did it, you can too. Although I was a teeny bit disappointed...
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