I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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31 July 2010

Teaching Reiki

The fullness of today
wants quiet contemplation,
not a poem. I have never
been able to write what Reiki is,
and the contentment is so complete
I just want to hug it.

I could talk of my three students:
the man full of bounce and joy
whose energy expanded rapidly
so that after the second attunement
he felt it burn; the girl slim and delicate
whose touch was cool like silk;
and the woman of steady warmth
whose crown opened like a lotus blossom.

I could say that this
is the weekend of Imbolc,
and I am teaching three witches.
It’s a time for purification
and new beginnings, a time
of gradually increasing light.

Instead, I’ll go to bed
now that I have put together
their folders of notes
and printed and signed and stamped
their certificates, ready for tomorrow —
to dream, perhaps, of wordless love
or messages conveyed by touch,
smiling as I sleep.

8 Days of Happiness: 7 / Six Sentences


  1. Your lovely prose, Rosemary, weaves together a beautiful story. I enjoyed this very much.

  2. Dearest Rosemary,
    Your words read like a symphony. I've never read such enraputure. Yes, the seminar was full of joy and quiet comtemplation but it was a masterful piece of guidance on your part. You lifted your
    students to new heights of understanding and enjoyment. I salute you.