a client shared with me her history of anxiety and use of psych meds since childhood. "I'm so nervous all the time, I don't think Reiki will work on me." When she emerged from deep relaxation after her session, amazed, she asked me how often she should have Reiki. I suggested she take a Reiki class or study some other mindfulness practice like meditation or yoga. I told her that self-Reiki is the foundation of our practice.
Friday, February 27, 2015
Monday, February 23, 2015
recharging
Still in a cold and snowy Maine winter: lots of shoveling, some influenza, lots of time home alone.
So the past few days were a welcome change.
Saturday I visited a neighbor and played with his dogs. I had dinner with my friend K; we celebrated her birthday. Friends since jr high, we discovered that we both nearly drowned as children. Still things to learn about K.
Sunday I played with my grandson and visited with his parents.
Today I visited dear friends and their dogs, granddaughter, brother, and daughterinlaw.
Now my heart is full.
So the past few days were a welcome change.
Saturday I visited a neighbor and played with his dogs. I had dinner with my friend K; we celebrated her birthday. Friends since jr high, we discovered that we both nearly drowned as children. Still things to learn about K.
Sunday I played with my grandson and visited with his parents.
Today I visited dear friends and their dogs, granddaughter, brother, and daughterinlaw.
Now my heart is full.
light
It was a Reiki Share, I was on the table, and my forehead was tingling. Beth said my forehead was glowing and protruding. I was thinking about light, about how photography is all about light; Reiki too. Then I was in a place of light: white light all around me. White, bright but not harsh, soft. Pervasive. A place of light. Then I heard angel wings beating around me. Then I was back in my body and it felt like a cocoon, restrictive, like a mummy's wrappings. I wanted to kick it off. I wanted to shed the cocoon and expand into my angel lightbody. Diane said a light came into the room during the session. It was a great session. Thank you.
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
ban microbeads
Protect our lakes, rivers, and oceans. Keep microbeads out of oysters, mussels, and lobsters.
Honor Earth.
Honor Earth.
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Reiki classes
Today I scheduled my Reiki classes for the year.
Public Reiki classes monthly, monthly Reiki Share for our team, and a 3-credit Reiki class each semester. Added volunteering in the summer and fall. Self-Reiki every day.
Plenty of Reiki.
Public Reiki classes monthly, monthly Reiki Share for our team, and a 3-credit Reiki class each semester. Added volunteering in the summer and fall. Self-Reiki every day.
Plenty of Reiki.
Monday, February 2, 2015
arctic
It's arctic out there. Zero F (minus 17 C) and windy. It's snowing and blowing. A world of swirling snow, pelting ice particles.
I've scooped my driveway, deck, steps, and path to heating oil pipe three times. I put on snow pants, big snow boots (no socks, they bunch up), fleece vest, wool scarf, winter jacket, wool hat, and thick ski gloves. I push the door open and step into winter. I shovel the snow that was in front of the door. I shovel the steps.
Then I get my scoop, It works great, I fill it up with the light fluffy snow and push it off the edge of the deck. Actually, it's an uphill job at this point, since the snow pile is so big. So I push it up and over the snow hill.
Then the driveway. I start at the deck and scoop the snow towards the street. I scoop in front of the garage door and clear out a path to the heating oil pipe. I push the snow to the end of the driveway. There's a wall of snow there now. What I dumped plus the snow from the street, shoved there by the town plow. My plow guy will come by and clear out that wall of snow, pushing it onto my lawn and my neighbor's lawn. Slight problem, our lawns are now loaded with snow, like 10 feet of snow. We're running out of places to put the snow.
It's supposed to snow all week.
No cars go by. No people. It's white everywhere, and quiet except for the howling wind. I'm being pelted with ice particles. The snow whirls around me. Little snow tornadoes. I come inside. My face is red and burning from the wind, wet with melting snow. My ears hurt.
I take off my layers. The hat is coated with snow. I hang up my wet clothes and put on dry ones. Inside it's tropical warm. I'm roasting tofu and vegetables. I admire my 24 birthday roses: layers of soft petals: yellow, white, pink, and red. Flowers, warmth, color.
I've scooped my driveway, deck, steps, and path to heating oil pipe three times. I put on snow pants, big snow boots (no socks, they bunch up), fleece vest, wool scarf, winter jacket, wool hat, and thick ski gloves. I push the door open and step into winter. I shovel the snow that was in front of the door. I shovel the steps.
Then I get my scoop, It works great, I fill it up with the light fluffy snow and push it off the edge of the deck. Actually, it's an uphill job at this point, since the snow pile is so big. So I push it up and over the snow hill.
Then the driveway. I start at the deck and scoop the snow towards the street. I scoop in front of the garage door and clear out a path to the heating oil pipe. I push the snow to the end of the driveway. There's a wall of snow there now. What I dumped plus the snow from the street, shoved there by the town plow. My plow guy will come by and clear out that wall of snow, pushing it onto my lawn and my neighbor's lawn. Slight problem, our lawns are now loaded with snow, like 10 feet of snow. We're running out of places to put the snow.
It's supposed to snow all week.
No cars go by. No people. It's white everywhere, and quiet except for the howling wind. I'm being pelted with ice particles. The snow whirls around me. Little snow tornadoes. I come inside. My face is red and burning from the wind, wet with melting snow. My ears hurt.
I take off my layers. The hat is coated with snow. I hang up my wet clothes and put on dry ones. Inside it's tropical warm. I'm roasting tofu and vegetables. I admire my 24 birthday roses: layers of soft petals: yellow, white, pink, and red. Flowers, warmth, color.
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