Meredith Kendall's Blog, page 105
February 16, 2012
Dr Bronner's soap
You know, from the health food stores. Tall plastic bottle, lots of writing that you always mean to but never have time to read.
Grabbed a bottle. Amber orange label: citrusy. Ginger-orange. Orange-sandalwood, ummm, wouldn't that be nice? Yeah. It's tea tree-hemp. I got in the shower, squirted out a hefty handful and, oh. Turpentine. I smell like turpentine. Well isn't that refreshing?
Grabbed a bottle. Amber orange label: citrusy. Ginger-orange. Orange-sandalwood, ummm, wouldn't that be nice? Yeah. It's tea tree-hemp. I got in the shower, squirted out a hefty handful and, oh. Turpentine. I smell like turpentine. Well isn't that refreshing?
Reiki Share
Went to a Reiki share tonight and it was wonderful. There were 12 of us: all levels, all walks of life, all committed to Reiki and health. Old members embraced and we welcomed several new members. We talked about Reiki, and how we practice. Most of us practice daily self-Reiki, Reiki on pets and loved ones.
We broke into 3 groups of 4. We have only one Reiki table, so 2 groups did chair Reiki. I was in one of the chair groups.
First we did a Sufi breathing exercise. I felt so grounded. It felt like my busy spinning frantic life settled down into the calming energy of Gaia. I was transmuted. My breathing changed, my thoughts spiraled down into a peaceful puddle.
We joined hands and recited the Reiki principles.
I took up the floor position. I like to sit on the floor. So I worked on knees, shins, ankles, and feet. The Reiki energy pulsed through my body. I felt the heat. I cracked open my eyelids to check the client. He was grinning. He looked blissfully relaxed. Afterwards he said that the pain in his knee disappeared 10 seconds after I placed my hand there.
I could hear the group in the next room. They were whispering. Someone came in our room to grab some tissues. Someone was crying. The lights were dim and it reminded me of a slumber party or a Reiki retreat.
We moved on to another recipient. Again, we held hands and recited the Reiki principles. We reviewed the symbols. I placed a hand on each knee. I asked to be guided by love and wisdom. My whole body throbbed with the energy. I checked the client's face. She looked placid, benign, relaxed. I continued down towards her ankles. I could feel the heat. I asked for her best health.
Afterwards we all gathered. There was a big brown teddy bear, probably 2 1/2 feet tall, super soft: irresistibly huggable. We passed it around. We shared our impressions, visions, and hopes. There were new connections, promises of future gatherings, and gratitude for what was.
We broke into 3 groups of 4. We have only one Reiki table, so 2 groups did chair Reiki. I was in one of the chair groups.
First we did a Sufi breathing exercise. I felt so grounded. It felt like my busy spinning frantic life settled down into the calming energy of Gaia. I was transmuted. My breathing changed, my thoughts spiraled down into a peaceful puddle.
We joined hands and recited the Reiki principles.
I took up the floor position. I like to sit on the floor. So I worked on knees, shins, ankles, and feet. The Reiki energy pulsed through my body. I felt the heat. I cracked open my eyelids to check the client. He was grinning. He looked blissfully relaxed. Afterwards he said that the pain in his knee disappeared 10 seconds after I placed my hand there.
I could hear the group in the next room. They were whispering. Someone came in our room to grab some tissues. Someone was crying. The lights were dim and it reminded me of a slumber party or a Reiki retreat.
We moved on to another recipient. Again, we held hands and recited the Reiki principles. We reviewed the symbols. I placed a hand on each knee. I asked to be guided by love and wisdom. My whole body throbbed with the energy. I checked the client's face. She looked placid, benign, relaxed. I continued down towards her ankles. I could feel the heat. I asked for her best health.
Afterwards we all gathered. There was a big brown teddy bear, probably 2 1/2 feet tall, super soft: irresistibly huggable. We passed it around. We shared our impressions, visions, and hopes. There were new connections, promises of future gatherings, and gratitude for what was.
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Please consider a donation.
Your donation helps to provide free support services for people whose lives have been touched by cancer. Cancer. Such a random event; a cell mutates and grows. Lives change. People need help. Families need help. So please help. Your donation helps to provide Reiki, massage, financial counseling, spa services, hugs, hats, and strong shoulders.
When you click on this link you can simply make a donation. Or you can click here to purchase a book. All my profits from these sales are donated to support services for people with cancer. Please give. Your support will change lives.Your click makes a difference.
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February 15, 2012
2 am
Fluff has this annoying new habit. She likes to get up at 2 am.
Some of us need our beauty rest. Well, not her. She always looks fab.
She jumps off the bed and stands there. Gak. Prob has to pee, am I right? I get up, let her out, and go back to bed. I fall asleep for 5 minutes. Maybe 10. Get up, let her back in. Inexplicably have to lift her back onto the bed, like for some reason she can't jump back up and I am further reawakened.
Is diphenhydramine appropriate for dogs? Tylenol Lassie PM?
Some of us need our beauty rest. Well, not her. She always looks fab.
She jumps off the bed and stands there. Gak. Prob has to pee, am I right? I get up, let her out, and go back to bed. I fall asleep for 5 minutes. Maybe 10. Get up, let her back in. Inexplicably have to lift her back onto the bed, like for some reason she can't jump back up and I am further reawakened.
Is diphenhydramine appropriate for dogs? Tylenol Lassie PM?
Wuthering Heights.
Reading it on the new nook. Classics are free!
So. WH. Your opinion, please, dear reader.
1) Just too depressing.
2) Ghosts and violence, cool!
3) Drama of dysfunctional family. Melodrama, actually.
4) Salient literature.
5) Nightmare.
So. WH. Your opinion, please, dear reader.
1) Just too depressing.
2) Ghosts and violence, cool!
3) Drama of dysfunctional family. Melodrama, actually.
4) Salient literature.
5) Nightmare.
coolest people
Feel so lucky- I get to work with the coolest people. Nurses- who could be better? Our goal is to make your life better. 
February 14, 2012
emerging nurses
It's almost spring. From earnest eager adults: biologists, lifeguards, moms, cooks, and soldiers; through bedpans, wounds, gowns, textbooks, injections, and computers... nurses emerge. 
February 13, 2012
Cupcake
I walked around Portland yesterday. The sun was shining but it lent little warmth. An arctic air mass hovered overhead, and a bitter wind blasted. I kept tucking my scarf around my chin; I kept my gloved hands in my coat pockets. I pretended the sunshine was warm, but didn't linger on the streets. I walked quickly, glancing in shop windows and up at the big blue sky.
There's a cupcake shop. A pink cake is painted on the window, and there are glass stands of lavishly decorated cakes. I pushed the old door and walked inside. The place was techno bare. A chic girl stood at the counter. She had short dark hair, skinny arms, and a low scooped top.
There was a thermos of coffee. "Is that regular?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Do you have decaf?"
"No."
I looked at the choices. Red velvet, lemon, spice, and chocolate with caramel salt. I ordered the chocolate and went over to the bar in front of the window. The high chair was light: brushed aluminum. The bar was an old barn board, dark, polished smooth. I sat and ate as Valentine's couples giggled by out on the sidewalk, matching outfits, arm in arm. [image error]
There's a cupcake shop. A pink cake is painted on the window, and there are glass stands of lavishly decorated cakes. I pushed the old door and walked inside. The place was techno bare. A chic girl stood at the counter. She had short dark hair, skinny arms, and a low scooped top.
There was a thermos of coffee. "Is that regular?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Do you have decaf?"
"No."
I looked at the choices. Red velvet, lemon, spice, and chocolate with caramel salt. I ordered the chocolate and went over to the bar in front of the window. The high chair was light: brushed aluminum. The bar was an old barn board, dark, polished smooth. I sat and ate as Valentine's couples giggled by out on the sidewalk, matching outfits, arm in arm. [image error]
