( . . . Forevermore . . . )

( . . . These haiku tell a story . . . )

It's late. I'm sitting here reading through journal entries written years ago by people I sometimes wonder about. These were the "troubled" ones. I wonder if they got locked up too. If they got hurt, maybe. If they're even still alive. I wonder if maybe they were just tired of this life and decided to leave it behind. Figuratively or literally. I ( Read more... )

During my Swedish Massage class at SWIHA the topic of spiritual names came up. Since it was in the space, our instructors took us on a guided meditation to discover our own for those who wished to participate. I focused inward as we were guided, letting the words transport me to a place of deep relaxation. It's a scene that I have continued to ( Read more... )

When we are young, we love easily without consideration to consequence. When we grow older, our ability to love is tainted by our experience, and we grow cautious and suspicious of motives.

( I think he did a little too much LDS back in the '60s. )

It would be accurate to say that my relationships with other people have always been distant or strained in some way, on account of the fact that I am eternally introspective. I have worked through the years to become more open and willing to share life and space with others, but it has been a sure challenge every step of the way. Except for the ( Read more... )

In these last few months I have started attending the Southwest Institute of Healing Arts, taking the MT750 program with a specialty in Reiki. It is likely that I will expand my program later into the MT1000 or possibly go for an Associates degree. That would create more opportunities for me in the future, and I am interested in traveling after I ( Read more... )

Friday, June 24 2011 to Monday, June 27 2011 I took Transformational Reiki I & II at the Southwest Institute of Healing Arts (SWIHA). This is my first real exposure to Reiki aside from the books I have read and what I have heard. This was such an incredible experience that I have decided to keep a journal through my experiences with this.

( . . . subjective experience enclosed . . . )

Staring out toward the road from the van as we drove, I told him, “Imagine how a tree grows from the ground, and picture each sinewy strand that comes together to compose the whole. Somewhere deep within that ‘tree’, in this universe, we travel. It seems we are at one such convergence now, and I can feel the pressure from its neighbors, a massive ( Read more... )