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March 5, 2012
fire juggler
this guy says he read Reiki Stories and he liked it. Says it's available at Amazon & B&N. cool!
Click here to order today. Or here. Thank you.
Click here to order today. Or here. Thank you.
March 4, 2012
Jane Eyre: life suspended
So... had big plans for today. Visit a sick friend, call family, fetch spring water, mingle with society, prepare for lectures, climb a mountain, cook, and do housework.
Jane Eyre took over. Couldn't put it down. I carried to the kitchen, read outside in the summerhouse as snow melted and Fluffy sprawled in the slush, read in my sunny living room. On a nook you can't see where the end is, and if it's good you just keep reading. I did. I laughed & cried, I marveled at the language, the vocabulary, the sensitivity, details, and most of all: the unsaid. I suffered as an orphan, poked up the peat fire, wandered the moors, recoiled from the marble minister with the Greek profile, and finally sat happily on Mr Rochester's lap.
It's a classic- as such- a free download. Read it recently? Be Jane.
Jane Eyre took over. Couldn't put it down. I carried to the kitchen, read outside in the summerhouse as snow melted and Fluffy sprawled in the slush, read in my sunny living room. On a nook you can't see where the end is, and if it's good you just keep reading. I did. I laughed & cried, I marveled at the language, the vocabulary, the sensitivity, details, and most of all: the unsaid. I suffered as an orphan, poked up the peat fire, wandered the moors, recoiled from the marble minister with the Greek profile, and finally sat happily on Mr Rochester's lap.
It's a classic- as such- a free download. Read it recently? Be Jane.
March 3, 2012
Jane Eyre
Now I'm reading Jane Eyre and oh my gosh, it's so good. When did you read it last?
There are elements of Buddhism. It's about suffering, abuse, and the rich and powerful v the poor, noble, intelligent, imaginative- hey, it's about the 99% v 1%. It's about orphans, being cold & hungry, and wanting to learn. I think it's about love too, but I haven't got to that part yet. So far poor Jane is decidedly unloved.
There are elements of Buddhism. It's about suffering, abuse, and the rich and powerful v the poor, noble, intelligent, imaginative- hey, it's about the 99% v 1%. It's about orphans, being cold & hungry, and wanting to learn. I think it's about love too, but I haven't got to that part yet. So far poor Jane is decidedly unloved.
March 2, 2012
Myers-Briggs again
Yes, I'm an INFJ. Took an online test. Heard from another INFJ Reiki practitioner recently. hmmm, are there more of us out there?
I'm strongly extremely introverted, moderately intuitive and feeling, and just slightly judging. I'm a counselor, on the cusp of healer.
Online sites told me that INFJs are just 1-3% of the population. We make good counselors, good listeners. We like helping people but need solitude to recharge. We might be visible, but are highly private, sharing our deepest feelings with just a few. We have rich inner lives; we use language proficiently.
Well, yeah ~ what is better than learning a new word? I get excited when a person uses a new or unusual word. I like to read the dictionary.
We are imaginative, poetic, and psychic. You can find us in libraries, clinics, and at peaceful protests. We want to help you. We want to change the world. We may be so interested in feelings, imagination, and intuition that the physical world falls away.
How are we perceived? OK, many see us as distant, aloof, blunt, even rude. We may be seen as anti-social, stuck-up, cynical, or cold. Oh my. So unfair. People fascinate me. I want to save the world. I want peace, love, glitter, rainbows, and unicorns.
Take the test, who are you?
I'm strongly extremely introverted, moderately intuitive and feeling, and just slightly judging. I'm a counselor, on the cusp of healer.
Online sites told me that INFJs are just 1-3% of the population. We make good counselors, good listeners. We like helping people but need solitude to recharge. We might be visible, but are highly private, sharing our deepest feelings with just a few. We have rich inner lives; we use language proficiently.
Well, yeah ~ what is better than learning a new word? I get excited when a person uses a new or unusual word. I like to read the dictionary.
We are imaginative, poetic, and psychic. You can find us in libraries, clinics, and at peaceful protests. We want to help you. We want to change the world. We may be so interested in feelings, imagination, and intuition that the physical world falls away.
How are we perceived? OK, many see us as distant, aloof, blunt, even rude. We may be seen as anti-social, stuck-up, cynical, or cold. Oh my. So unfair. People fascinate me. I want to save the world. I want peace, love, glitter, rainbows, and unicorns.
Take the test, who are you?
March 1, 2012
mining crystals
Thinking about this lately. Someone recently described the fun of blasting open the Earth to mine crystals.
I had a visceral reaction- the cells in my body recoiled - no thought - just feeling. Like Gaia feels? I don't know. I'm trying to figure it out. I welcome your thoughts.
I love stones and crystals. I pick them up in the woods and at the beach. My teacher Angela told me years ago to ask the stone if it wants to come home with me. So I do that. Do it in stores too. I've picked up stones in Sedona, Maine beaches, & Maine woods. I buy stones and crystals. Sometimes from miners, sometimes from New Age stores. I wear stone jewelry and stones are placed all around my house and gardens.
Is it wrong? Should we leave the stones and crystals where they are? Are we ripping them out of the heart of Gaia? I worry about stuff like this.
Fracking is wrong, sure. So what about mining our beloved crystals? Please advise. thank you
I had a visceral reaction- the cells in my body recoiled - no thought - just feeling. Like Gaia feels? I don't know. I'm trying to figure it out. I welcome your thoughts.
I love stones and crystals. I pick them up in the woods and at the beach. My teacher Angela told me years ago to ask the stone if it wants to come home with me. So I do that. Do it in stores too. I've picked up stones in Sedona, Maine beaches, & Maine woods. I buy stones and crystals. Sometimes from miners, sometimes from New Age stores. I wear stone jewelry and stones are placed all around my house and gardens.
Is it wrong? Should we leave the stones and crystals where they are? Are we ripping them out of the heart of Gaia? I worry about stuff like this.
Fracking is wrong, sure. So what about mining our beloved crystals? Please advise. thank you
February 26, 2012
winter is back
With snow and bitter winds. It was warm last week, and I thought of spring in Illinois, where I lived for 4 years, after living in Minnesota. Spring came in February there, in Illinois.
Tornado alley. That's what they call it. When you live in Minnesota and Illinois you listen to the weather. You keep emergency supplies and you know in which corner of your basement you will cower when the big wind approaches.
My son in Erie, PA, said there is no snow there. "Wait, let me look. None. No snow." My son in Portland, ME, said, "We got a little hail the other day, that's all."
We got 6 inches of heavy wet snow. My scapulae ache from the effort of pushing it around. Like wet laundry. I scooped my driveway at 10 pm, while it was snowing large flakes. In the night, the town snowplow pushed a wall of boulders into my wide driveway. It's wide enough for 3 cars. I scooped and pushed it around, knowing if I left any my neighbors would feel compelled to tidy up after me. I scooped well and was satisfied with my effort. It was clean and good. When I went to the grocery store my neighbor came and tidied up.
Today was sunny with a cold wind. The daffodil shoots are buried again, discouraged, wishing they lived in Illinois.
Tornado alley. That's what they call it. When you live in Minnesota and Illinois you listen to the weather. You keep emergency supplies and you know in which corner of your basement you will cower when the big wind approaches.
My son in Erie, PA, said there is no snow there. "Wait, let me look. None. No snow." My son in Portland, ME, said, "We got a little hail the other day, that's all."
We got 6 inches of heavy wet snow. My scapulae ache from the effort of pushing it around. Like wet laundry. I scooped my driveway at 10 pm, while it was snowing large flakes. In the night, the town snowplow pushed a wall of boulders into my wide driveway. It's wide enough for 3 cars. I scooped and pushed it around, knowing if I left any my neighbors would feel compelled to tidy up after me. I scooped well and was satisfied with my effort. It was clean and good. When I went to the grocery store my neighbor came and tidied up.
Today was sunny with a cold wind. The daffodil shoots are buried again, discouraged, wishing they lived in Illinois.
Wuthering Heights, finis
Finished it. Whew. Read it on my nook.
Slow start. I thought, "Do I really want to read this? It's so dark. Cold, violent, claustrophobic, and depressing. Haunted. The rustic dialect. But it's a classic, I argued with myself. A free download. It's supposed to be good. Just try it again." So I slogged on. What a chore, I told myself. But really, every time I opened the book I got hooked in the first sentence and read til my eyes burned and my spine sunk into the mattress.
The mystery is, why this book? Why a book so old, the author so unlikely in so many ways (google her), why is this book still powerful? The themes are contemporary: abuse, revenge, obsession, and love. The story within a story. The different perspectives. The rich and powerful screwing the weak and innocent. All still compelling and meaningful today. So, maybe read it again. What? You never, well, def! Give it a try.
Slow start. I thought, "Do I really want to read this? It's so dark. Cold, violent, claustrophobic, and depressing. Haunted. The rustic dialect. But it's a classic, I argued with myself. A free download. It's supposed to be good. Just try it again." So I slogged on. What a chore, I told myself. But really, every time I opened the book I got hooked in the first sentence and read til my eyes burned and my spine sunk into the mattress.
The mystery is, why this book? Why a book so old, the author so unlikely in so many ways (google her), why is this book still powerful? The themes are contemporary: abuse, revenge, obsession, and love. The story within a story. The different perspectives. The rich and powerful screwing the weak and innocent. All still compelling and meaningful today. So, maybe read it again. What? You never, well, def! Give it a try.
February 23, 2012
Reiki practitioner/teacher
I've just read a new title: Reiki practitioner/Reiki teacher. I like that so much better than master. I never felt like a master. I feel more like a student. There's so much to learn!
I'm always learning and evolving. So I give up "master"; I like practitioner/teacher. Thank you, Komyo Reiki Kai New York and INAMOTO Hyakuten Sensei.
I'm always learning and evolving. So I give up "master"; I like practitioner/teacher. Thank you, Komyo Reiki Kai New York and INAMOTO Hyakuten Sensei.
Reiki share out in the woods
Went to a Reiki Share this evening. It was held at a private home, a beautiful home, way out in the woods. I say beautiful, and it was like a palace or a magazine house. It was new, clean, and full of art, books, and technology. A palace.
I arrived at sunset, so got to see the display of glass illuminated by the setting sun. Glass, prints, photos, fiber art, stone carvings, baskets, a starburst in the parquet floor, and even a glass chimney. Ever seen a glass chimney? There was a wall of windows, skylights, and twinkling candles everywhere.
We ate vegetable stew with pasta, sourdough bread, and a spicy salad. We talked about Reiki and hospice. Then we climbed up the spiral staircase to the Reiki room. I guess I haven't shared Reiki in a while. I do self-Reiki every day, of course. This was different. I felt my guide, angel, and grandma. I hadn't said hello to them in too long. They were with me tonight. Other spirits too, lots of them. We shared Reiki. I did cave breathing, and felt time slip away. I opened my eyes to check the client and my hand placement. I could see fish in the aquarium down on the first floor, floating up and down like confused balloons.
There was a piece of art, representing the life of a person. In the beginning was an exuberant swirl of energy, next a star or compass- finding one's direction, and then the end: a quiet circle of reflection. It was detailed and precise; it incorporated many natural elements like stones, shells, and shark's teeth from a Saudi desert.
Then it was time to leave. I knew Fluff was lonely; I had to get home. I stepped outside and looked up. So many stars. I've missed the stars, there in the city. I found Orion, and searched for Pleiades. Couldn't leave til I found Pleiades. I looked, my head tipped all the way back, swaying a little, not feeling cold at all, looking through the bare branches: found it! A sense of peace, my home constellation. Pleiades.
Jumped in the car, turned on Myrtle, my GPS, and headed out in the dark. Frost heaves bubbled up in the road, jouncing my ride. I turned on the brights; dimmed again for oncoming traffic. So dark, no landmarks, but Myrtle got me home. Fluff was some glad to see me. I patted her and found another lipoma.
Tomorrow: predictions for 3-5 inches of snow. February in Maine. Reiki share way out in the woods in a Renaissance palace with optimistic people who earn their living honestly, in a way that benefits others.
I arrived at sunset, so got to see the display of glass illuminated by the setting sun. Glass, prints, photos, fiber art, stone carvings, baskets, a starburst in the parquet floor, and even a glass chimney. Ever seen a glass chimney? There was a wall of windows, skylights, and twinkling candles everywhere.
We ate vegetable stew with pasta, sourdough bread, and a spicy salad. We talked about Reiki and hospice. Then we climbed up the spiral staircase to the Reiki room. I guess I haven't shared Reiki in a while. I do self-Reiki every day, of course. This was different. I felt my guide, angel, and grandma. I hadn't said hello to them in too long. They were with me tonight. Other spirits too, lots of them. We shared Reiki. I did cave breathing, and felt time slip away. I opened my eyes to check the client and my hand placement. I could see fish in the aquarium down on the first floor, floating up and down like confused balloons.
There was a piece of art, representing the life of a person. In the beginning was an exuberant swirl of energy, next a star or compass- finding one's direction, and then the end: a quiet circle of reflection. It was detailed and precise; it incorporated many natural elements like stones, shells, and shark's teeth from a Saudi desert.
Then it was time to leave. I knew Fluff was lonely; I had to get home. I stepped outside and looked up. So many stars. I've missed the stars, there in the city. I found Orion, and searched for Pleiades. Couldn't leave til I found Pleiades. I looked, my head tipped all the way back, swaying a little, not feeling cold at all, looking through the bare branches: found it! A sense of peace, my home constellation. Pleiades.
Jumped in the car, turned on Myrtle, my GPS, and headed out in the dark. Frost heaves bubbled up in the road, jouncing my ride. I turned on the brights; dimmed again for oncoming traffic. So dark, no landmarks, but Myrtle got me home. Fluff was some glad to see me. I patted her and found another lipoma.
Tomorrow: predictions for 3-5 inches of snow. February in Maine. Reiki share way out in the woods in a Renaissance palace with optimistic people who earn their living honestly, in a way that benefits others.
chocolate pie
I'm going to a Reiki share soon, bringing a chocolate pie. Potluck first, then Reiki. A gathering of optimistic people, grateful for small things like knowing each other. 
