Dr. Mirjana Zivanov: A Homeopathic Day Carried by Stramonium Storm
A Homeopathic Day Carried by Stramonium Storm Dr. Mirjana Zivanov Datura Stramonium It was New Moon of a cold, windy, November day. The first sleet of the autumn. The streets were bustling with activity. There was a noise coming from car horns honking in the busy traffic, adding to an overwhelming agitation that permeated the city. It felt as if there were no windows in the clinic, as if we were sitting on a busy street pavement. There was a loud buzz of roaring and thundering sounds of cars speeding by. Street dirt and fallen leaves, with an occasional plastic bag from a nearby dustbin, were flying round carried by gusts of whirling wind. There was some growing unease hanging in the air, with an ominous threatening feeling as if something bad was about to happen. It was dusk. Dark, purple clouds pregnant with snow were obscuring the sun that was falling behind a tall, concrete building. Dark shadows were growing and the world was painted over in coffee shades, like in a stri