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July 23, 2006
I'm Melting, I'm Meeeeelllllllting!
'Sssssssss haaaaaaaaht.
Which is completely different from hawt or hott. There is nothing sexy about this hotness unless, maybe you're Stella Kowalski, lounging about your grimy Nawlins apartment in a dingy cotton slip. (Or Persis Kinwellmarshe swanning around a filthy London apartment with 'a butt-end on her like a bumblebee' if you prefer Canadian novelists to Southern playwrights.) Last time I checked, it was over 103 degrees Fahrenheit on the back porch. I should add, by the way that the back porch does tend to get a bit greenhousey in the summer, so it may be a bit cooler than that, but only a bit.
The reiki seems to be doing its stuff. This is the first time in a long time that I have been antsy enough to try to find something to do, and couldn't just be content sitting in the living room (or bedroom or my office) playing on my computer. Why do I live in a place where the museums are all closed on Sundays? (And yes, there are museums here. A couple of them. All very small. I gave Dave a tour as we drove to Starbucks to relieve the monotony with an iced mocha.)
So anyhow, my energy levels are up, way, way, way up, and I begin to understand how depression might be a helpful disorder to have in a place where there is nothing to do on a Sunday afternoon when it's too hot to hang out in the yard.
Speaking of reiki, I am now certified at Shoden (Level I). I've been practicing on the cats, but don't really have a space/table for treating people. Though I now can. I've actually worked on three different human beings, all during the workshop yesterday. (They all also worked on me.) I need to figure out how to lull people into letting down their guard and allowing me to work on them so I can keep in practice. Though 1) there is nothing to be afraid of, since reiki cannot cause damage (unlike some qi gong forms if improperly handled), and 2) as of yesterday I can now practice reiki until the day I die. It doesn't go away, though I can increase my proficiency and the effectiveness of my treatments with time and further training. I'd like to work on students this fall, though. Maybe I can talk some of the actors in the program into getting on the table for me.
One of the most fascinating things about yesterday's classes was the change that came over some people once they got onto the table. One woman was a really stressed, apologetic, timid kind of person. Slightly annoying, but with a good heart. I treated her at one point, and she completely changed. Once she relaxed, she seemed like a much more grounded, much wiser being than when she was up and moving around. It kind of relates to something Jim (the Reiki Master who taught the class) said at one point. Reiki doesn't treat the personality, it treats the soul. From things she let drop yesterday, she's had a rough time of it and is only now really figuring out who she is, 50-some years into her life. If that's the case, it's not surprising that in action she's kind of jerky and hesitant, while during a treatment, she looks like some kind of wisewoman.
And completely off topic (I do mean completely), I actually saw the kind of red-headed wild woman I want to be. I was walking into downtown a couple of days ago when I passed this house I really love. The owner is a woodworker, and the front door is a carved woodland scene with glass. It's gorgeous. On the roof was a hennaed 40-something with hair flowing loose past her shoulderblades. She was wearing boots, socks, shorts and a tank top, and she was re-roofing the house. That's my kinda girl. What do I have to do to be that kind of capable?
Posted by sally at July 23, 2006 01:19 PM
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