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I got interested in Reiki as an adult because I wanted to know how to heal myself. I am on that path now thanks to my teacher, Lisa Powers. I want to add that I have alway sought this path, and eventually the time was right for me to see it and to place one foot in front of the other. Reiki is more than what you think it is. It’s a way of life. More than helping others, you can deepen your spiritual life. Each day, with practice, you begin to open your petals.

I got interested in Reiki as an adult because I wanted to know how to heal myself. I am on that path now thanks to my teacher, Lisa Powers. I want to add that I have alway sought this path, and eventually the time was right for me to see it and to place one […]

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What to expect during your Reiki session

This is a repeat of a previous blog. If you are considering a Reiki session, please read this and see what it will be like. Cheers to your highest good!

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What to expect during a Reiki Session:
A typical Reiki session is given on a massage table with you being fully clothed and a light blanket placed upon you. Most often, a session has a duration of 45 to 60 minutes. As your practitioner, I will lightly place my hands on or above the energy centers of your body to facilitate balance, harmony, and deep relaxation.
As the client, you may or may not feel sensations throughout your body. Many clients report feelings of warmth, coolness, muscle twitches and sometimes emotional releases. Some clients actually fall asleep as they enter into a deep state of relaxation during the Reiki session. If at any time during the session you have any concerns you should let your practitioner know so that appropriate adjustments can be made.
Your safety and comfort are always the main consideration.
Tips to prepare for your session:
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The Rain Has Passed

The rain has passed

The wind is cool, it stirs the birdbath water pool

Wind-chimes ring a slow sweet song

Dancing branches all day long

 

Trees are opening up their leaves

Seems like all at once to me

Unfurling buds in bright spring green

Make the world all new and clean

 

Dandelions with their yellow light

Scattered ‘cross the lawn so bright

My peaceful Sunday afternoon

Wraps me in its warm cocoon

 

 

 

Diane E. Dockum

© May 15, 2016

 

 

 

May 1

Just a note to thank everyone for your responses to my Poetry Month contributions throughout April. It has been quite an exercise.

I will try not to let a whole year go by before I feel creative again. It is true that the secret of writing is to write. This always reminds me that you can pull something forward if you only give it time.

Just be gentle with yourself, sit and think a while. Let the world go on without you for just an hour or so. You can do it.

 

Thanks,

Diane

 

 

 

She Has Gone

 

As you sit in the dark room

Your hands bound

Your heart on the ground

My heart lies beside yours there

 

Black water cold and deep

Laps up around your ankles

And mist cools the very air you breathe

And my throat is full to see you there

 

My throat is full of unshed tears

My spirit aches to hold you

My shoulder is dry without your tears

I offer it up to you

 

The sounds of your silent screams

Are deafening

If only my love were enough

To heal your sadness and anger

 

If only love could lift you up

To see where she went –

She has gone over the wall

To the other side without you

 

If only she could have stayed

A little longer

The pull was strong

The call was heard and she said “here I am.”

 

 

By Diane E. Dockum

©July 2009 (original) and April 2016

haiku 3

blue, purple, orange

sky over the horizon

takes my breath away

 

out the back window

darkness spreads shadow

up the  bare tree trunks

 

colors of evening

water colors dripping down

the canvas of sky

 

 

by Diane E. Dockum

©April 29, 2016

 

 

The Last Time I Saw Him  

The last time I saw him
he smiled
a weak and trembling grin.
His eyes were wet and
losing their luster.

The last time I saw him
He didn’t look back
but drove off undaunted
into his own future.

I knew he wasn’t coming back.
Even then I refused
to accept it.
Even now I find it
hard to believe.

The last time I saw him
he packed up his books and
zipped closed all his bags
with a flourish of his wrist.

It was raining.
It still is inside me,
where there is
an empty place.

 
Excerpt From: Diane E. Dockum. “Just Beyond The Hill.”