At a very young age, as early as I can remember, my eyes have always tilted upward, seeking..almost expecting wonder to sneak up and tickle me from out of the expansive blue sky. As children we hold wonder like a cup of warm cocoa with marshmallows, whipped cream..and sprinkles! Tiny hands cupping it near to us always situated at the heart's center, as the children's version of Namaste.
It took me five years and eight brochures to meet Reiki. Like that guy your friends want to set you up with, I was reluctant, but intrigued. My afternoon walks would take me past a tiny healing clinic nestled along an alleyway in downtown Menlo Park, you’d miss it if it weren’t for the Tibetan prayer flags fluttering in the breeze. Each time I passed I’d look for the prayer flags waving me in and would occasionally pluck a brochure from their small outside altar.
When was the last time you went hiking and saw a squirrel scratching its head and reminding itself of its to-do list for the day? Or when was the last time you saw a doe walking pensively through a field with her mind replaying the conversation she had with that buck over and over again? I see a lot of wildlife out our backdoor and I can honestly say if either of these scenarios appeared we'd be quite concerned.