Remember that time you were in acupuncture and were slipping into that deep relaxed state, you know the one, where all that healing happens.  You have to initiate this state in order to receive the treatment being administered to you.  Without this space and state, you are just sitting in a recliner at the clinic with some random tiny needles sitting in your skin.  But you don’t even get something cool out of it, like a tatty, so what is the point?

Anyways, that one time you decided to reach out to grandpa.  He invited you into that room with the fold out murphy beds where we would sometimes draw with him.  But this time - he said lets paint.  I told him I couldn’t, because my hands hurt too much.  He said not to worry and whipped out some special gold-speckled paint.  He told me to brush it onto my hands and arms.  We used a very light paintbrush, bristles like a kitten’s whisper.  I moved my hand in the sunlight coming through the window and the gold specks caught all these shimmering glimmers.  He asked if my hands still hurt.  They did.  He asked if I forgot for a moment tho - as I admired the gold paint.  I had.  What more can you ask for at this point, he inquired.  I probably would have been really sad after all that, but I really wasn’t.  I was still enchanted by the eye-catching gold paint on my arms.