II don’t get them often, but I found a cure that works for me when I have the hiccups. It is simply to relax every part of my body. Exhaling from head to toe. Whatever it is that’s causing the jolt seems to disappear in the softening.
It makes sense though. For me. Most of my worries, my so-called hiccups in life, are released the same way. Not with the violence of breath holding, or other extravagant scare tactics, but simply releasing. Letting go. It always takes me a minute to get there. Oh, I can let myself be jolted around like everyone else. But I find my way. Softly. Relaxing my face, I feel it fall, the fear, tumbling down my shoulders, stumbling over elbows and knees and finally wiggled from toes. Free.
Then there is room to just be. It’s the calm, I suppose, that welcomes in the comfort. Even comfort doesn’t want to enter a house a chaos. It comes in the softening.
I painted her as a reminder. I see her and I drop my cheeks, my shoulders, exhale from head to toe. And begin again. Softly.
