Meredith Kendall's Blog, page 30
September 22, 2015
coconut harbinger
Summer transitioning to fall.
I can tell because the coconut salt scrub in the shower, deliquescent, liquid for three months, is now solid.
I can tell because the coconut salt scrub in the shower, deliquescent, liquid for three months, is now solid.
swirls
after teaching for 7 hours I went to the cancer center to share Reiki with people with cancer. I placed my hands. Conversations of the day filled my head. I saw the words swirl around around, up and out; I felt peace.
September 20, 2015
2 weddings
I went to the beach yesterday, a small sandy beach with a correspondingly modest parking lot.
It was warm and sunny but breezy. I finished the James Salter novel, Light Years. It's excellent. I got it used, online, for about $3. Was surprised when it arrived to find it signed by the author. I was reading at the beach, absorbed in book, laughing children, and waves of fog. I heard music. Live guitar. I scanned the beach and boats, looking for the musician. Saw a crowd of standing figures, gray and unmoving, on a rocky ridge, sheathed in fog. Rows of white chairs, empty. Three musicians. Classical guitar. A bride in a strapless white dress, surrounded by people in gowns and suits.
A bus arrived and guests walked to the chairs, women in cotton dresses and men in wrinkled tan suits. A chuppah flapped in the breeze. A second bride walked past the musicians, to the very end of the rocky point, and stood under the chuppah. The sun shone through her veil. The first bride stood a ways away, watching. Two brides?
Another bus arrived and tall slim women in silk turquoise and stilettos strode off the bus, followed by young men in grey suits.
Two brides, two weddings, on a late summer day at the beach.
It was warm and sunny but breezy. I finished the James Salter novel, Light Years. It's excellent. I got it used, online, for about $3. Was surprised when it arrived to find it signed by the author. I was reading at the beach, absorbed in book, laughing children, and waves of fog. I heard music. Live guitar. I scanned the beach and boats, looking for the musician. Saw a crowd of standing figures, gray and unmoving, on a rocky ridge, sheathed in fog. Rows of white chairs, empty. Three musicians. Classical guitar. A bride in a strapless white dress, surrounded by people in gowns and suits.
A bus arrived and guests walked to the chairs, women in cotton dresses and men in wrinkled tan suits. A chuppah flapped in the breeze. A second bride walked past the musicians, to the very end of the rocky point, and stood under the chuppah. The sun shone through her veil. The first bride stood a ways away, watching. Two brides?
Another bus arrived and tall slim women in silk turquoise and stilettos strode off the bus, followed by young men in grey suits.
Two brides, two weddings, on a late summer day at the beach.
communication
I heard a story on the radio about a boy and his father; they had no language in common and thus felt estranged. Immigrants, the parents decided their son should learn English, but the father never did. They never spoke. Just awkward smiles and gestures; loneliness, sadness, and guilt.
Something clanged in me as I listened. Two people might share the same words yet fail to communicate.
Something clanged in me as I listened. Two people might share the same words yet fail to communicate.
August 31, 2015
Reiki retreat
Went to a Reiki retreat on Saturday.
There were six of us.
We did a heart sutra meditation. I sensed a presence and wondered who it was. I opened my eyes to look and saw no one. I closed them again and felt the presence. I saw six young men in flannel shirts and overalls, standing in a semicircle, glaring at us. I opened my eyes and looked at the other women, to see if any of them sensed or saw the men. Everyone looked relaxed. I closed my eyes and saw the men; I sent love to them and they disappeared. They reappeared. I sent love again; they disappeared and stayed gone.
The leader asked us to look deeply into our hearts; she asked us what our hearts looked like. I instantly got a vision of a parlor in a farmhouse in Kansas. Pink upholstered sofas and chairs, big soft things, Victorian furniture and furnishings. Lamps with hanging crystals. Is that Victorian or deco? The farmhouse was surrounded by golden fields of wheat. My heart is a pink Victorian parlor in a farmhouse in Kansas.
We did Reiju: attunements. Martha and I practiced the method we learned from Inamoto Hyakuten Sensei. We asked for orbs, and several of us took photos. As we were performing the Reiju, Martha looked up and gasped: a sundog. A rainbow halo around the sun. A couple of people reclined on the grass to look and take photos. They saw dots of light moving around the sun. They took photos and a video, and captured the orbs. They were colored, and had tails of color.
Then we did Reiki. We set up a table outside on the lawn, in the shade. The temperature, humidity, and breeze were perfect in the shade.
There were six of us.
We did a heart sutra meditation. I sensed a presence and wondered who it was. I opened my eyes to look and saw no one. I closed them again and felt the presence. I saw six young men in flannel shirts and overalls, standing in a semicircle, glaring at us. I opened my eyes and looked at the other women, to see if any of them sensed or saw the men. Everyone looked relaxed. I closed my eyes and saw the men; I sent love to them and they disappeared. They reappeared. I sent love again; they disappeared and stayed gone.
The leader asked us to look deeply into our hearts; she asked us what our hearts looked like. I instantly got a vision of a parlor in a farmhouse in Kansas. Pink upholstered sofas and chairs, big soft things, Victorian furniture and furnishings. Lamps with hanging crystals. Is that Victorian or deco? The farmhouse was surrounded by golden fields of wheat. My heart is a pink Victorian parlor in a farmhouse in Kansas.
We did Reiju: attunements. Martha and I practiced the method we learned from Inamoto Hyakuten Sensei. We asked for orbs, and several of us took photos. As we were performing the Reiju, Martha looked up and gasped: a sundog. A rainbow halo around the sun. A couple of people reclined on the grass to look and take photos. They saw dots of light moving around the sun. They took photos and a video, and captured the orbs. They were colored, and had tails of color.
Then we did Reiki. We set up a table outside on the lawn, in the shade. The temperature, humidity, and breeze were perfect in the shade.
August 20, 2015
gassho
4 days scurrying silently around the monastery: got to get to class/bathroom/meditation; meet someone: gassho and bow
your job
Talked with a friend yesterday. He doesn't love his job, and he's always loved his jobs, bosses, and coworkers. Now he doesn't. He plans to work there for a year so he doesn't have to pay back his moving bonus, but then look for something better. He figured out that he doesn't care what kind of company, but he wants a boss with brains and vision, coworkers who work hard because they love their jobs, and a place where you work for a mutual goal, not just busy work.
sharing
shared Reiki with people with cancer yesterday, so lucky: doing it again today. Sensei's teachings keep popping into my mind.
When I say lucky, I mean me, for being Reiki. I don't mean to diminish the struggle and pain expressed by the clients. Yesterday there were tears. People were grieving, were experiencing pain, were struggling with the side effects of chemotherapy and radiation.
I hope our clients found some relief with Reiki. I hope they felt balanced after their sessions. I hope they experienced insight, had less pain and stress, and felt happier. That I get to be part of this, part of someone's health experience, part of someone's life- I feel lucky.
When I say lucky, I mean me, for being Reiki. I don't mean to diminish the struggle and pain expressed by the clients. Yesterday there were tears. People were grieving, were experiencing pain, were struggling with the side effects of chemotherapy and radiation.
I hope our clients found some relief with Reiki. I hope they felt balanced after their sessions. I hope they experienced insight, had less pain and stress, and felt happier. That I get to be part of this, part of someone's health experience, part of someone's life- I feel lucky.
August 18, 2015
Reiki retreat
Mikao Usui Sensei's birthday, 150th anniversary
4 day class with Hyakuten Inamoto Sensei
at a Zen Buddhist monastery in NY
in 1200 acres of woods, on a lake, elevation 3000 feet
met so many amazing Reiki practitioners from USA, Canada, and Japan
4 day class with Hyakuten Inamoto Sensei
at a Zen Buddhist monastery in NY
in 1200 acres of woods, on a lake, elevation 3000 feet
met so many amazing Reiki practitioners from USA, Canada, and Japan
August 9, 2015
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