...oh, wait...yes, I do...
This little leg trinket came from a curio shop in Cabo San Lucas. I found it in a cabinet filled with similar trinkets - arms, hands, hearts, livers...charms for whatever body part is ailing. I bought it for Kevin when he broke his leg, but he wasn't amused by my whimsical medical superstitions.
My shabby Spanish was not entirely adequate to receive the instructions that came with the talisman when I purchased it, but I was clear that the wearing of it is meant to corral energies (or maybe spirits, but whatever) to help me heal. I found it when I came home from the hospital.
Yesterday, the leg was gone.
I felt sure that this was a good sign, that it signifies the end of this chapter. A punctuation mark of sorts. Evidently, the Universe knows more than I do, because I most certainly do not feel fully healed. At least not physically.
But my emotional health is ready to run marathons...
