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In the philosophers hands.

A health centre in Andalucia, Southern Spain. A day I probably won't forget. 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' -   ‘My daughter hasn’t a clue what she wants to do when she leaves school.   And neither had I when I was 15!' Eloisa paused and grinned. ‘All I was interested in was philosophy!’   She laughed and laughed, and smiled beautifully at the same time. 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.  I sat bolt upright and looked over at her, completely awed at how her  path could have led her from a passion for philosophy to this pokey room. She now helps people transform their pain.  Fingers a