Here's a visual of how it feels to be inside Chinese Medicine Works, after walking almost three miles to get there (and before walking almost three miles back!):
This is not a bad way to feel while waiting to pay your bill (out-of-pocket, of course) for acupuncture, exotic-sounding herbal extracts, progesterone cream, and DIM.
And here's a visual of my ceiling view as I lie on the acupuncture table with one needle in my forehead, three in my abdomen, two in each arm, one in each hand, two in each leg, and one in each foot. The tapestry mirrors my winding, curling, twining and ever-sprouting seeds of hope, along with an abiding faith in the beauty and mystery of The Garden.
So much nicer than staring at the dots in acoustical tiles, eh?!