A Bad Juju: Day One Hundred Three

I have a bad juju swirling around me.  It lands right in my gut and there it stays.  I know where it comes from, but I won't say.  You'd have to look at my fiction to see that truth. My teacher, Lee, has a suggestion.  She encourages me to imagine my fingers gathering up all the bad juju and dispelling it as a vapor out my back.  I sit.  I imagine.  I can see the vapor, but the juju is still here.  For now.