After I'd been lying for half an hour on a couch in Spanish Eloisa's physiotherapy /mini gym, she said to another patient - there were 3 of us having either hands or feet 'done' -
Eloisa paused and grinned.
‘All I was interested in was philosophy!’
The Elfin like physio looked like she’d just spent the last hour in a hairdressers! I was thinking I'd love to draw her. All that curly hair and those twinking eyes.
The other two Spanish women with arthritic fingers chortled.
Eloise fills in more details about her teenage years to the two middle aged Spanish ladies . I'm still admiring her tiny face and thick ginger hair.
Her clear voice has a range from super sweet quiet, to sharp and authoritative.
She moved her chair so she could see me.
‘No, no’ she said, continuing to massage her other patients hand.
The atmosphere in the mini gym was anything but clinical.
Eloisa is shocked by my foot. I'm shocked by her reaction.
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Over this past year many local people whom I don’t really know have asked to be FB friends with me.
I've hesitated as I’ve used FB gratefully as a huge support network.
I want to keep on seeking out beauty and attracting angels of kindness everywhere. I love to share the positive and the beautiful and the hopeful in life.
Poscript, one day later.
The pain after the session with Eloisa yesteday was terrible, but this morning I've been able to abandon both the crutch and the walking stick, and for the first time in 4 months walked unsported around the market.
A new chapter has opened. Thank you Eloisa. Thank you Universe. Thank you friends for your wonderful encouragement.
Three weeks later.
The foot is no longer sticking out like a penguins. It's not quite right but it's nothing like it was.
Three more sessions with Eloisa and an excercise regime of swimmig every day has helped tremensdously.
After each session with her I was wiped out and in agony the next day, but just being in her prescence was healing on another level.
A final note.
One day the man who makes guitars in the village came to have his hand worked on. How could he do his work with only one working hand I wondered. He looked so sad.
Shyly, in his good hand, the ponytailed Anthony Hopkins look- a- like handed Eloisa a yellow flower, well, more a small branch broken off a tree. She put the gift on a narrow table behind the screen where she hangs her handbag.
Thank you she said. He smiled.
It joined her lunch box and a small collection of other wilting yellow branches, all exactly the same.