The sparks of the fire mirror the sparks going off in my brain as I enjoy a stimulating conversation about methods of energy healing with healer-friends who I only get to see twice or three times a year. There is nothing like the darkness, the full moon and the soothing night noises, to orchestrate the hypnotizing background of this infrequent and long awaited pleasure. The comfort of sharing experiences and seeking the path forward with like-minded people is exhilarating and grounding at the same time. A real treat. An energy treatment of a special kind.
Earlier in the day saw a trip to the movie theater and Fro-Yo with the grand-kids who I don’t see often enough. “Yes, you can have that,” seems to be my verbal hic-cough as I try to make up for lost time with a day of blatant spoiling. So sorry my other little grandson is back in New York, not here laughing with us at this silly movie… but that day will come. Soon he will be old enough for Nona to pack him up and take him on a road trip, camping in North Carolina. I remind myself that I am lucky enough to get a chance to romp with him and his mom often, and so I put my complete attention toward listening to the delightful banter of little girls… one not so little and on the verge of maidenhood. “Yes we can go to Kidzu” I hear my cheery, adventurous voice say as I nervously remember that wall climbing area. I hold my breath as they climb up and down and over and around, much more expertly than the last visit to Kidzu I had made with them a year ago.… Goddess they’ve grown! So intelligent, so agile, so beautiful both within and without.
As I drop them back home, to resume their regular activities, (scouts, gymnastics, soccer practice…) I enjoy the additional pleasure of a few words face to face with my son…something I have sorely missed lately and something that I never get enough of. I stay in the moment as long as I can, soaking up their energy and their love, knowing the time here is short.
Back at my camper… my inexplicable indulgence… my lovely little cocoon… I decide not to waste the propane by turning on the heat, but rather choose to undress and quickly slip under the fluffy, sumptuous down comforter which cuddles the way too soft, upgraded trailer mattress. Ahhh…such a cozy feeling. This is a feeling that a “real” bed just can’t compete with. Quickly and efficiently, the night sounds lull me to sleep.
Another joyful day in North Carolina.
So my daughter and her husband and son spent a few weeks in a lovely ocean front home and they generously invited me to join them. What a gift it was to be able to walk out the back sliding door onto a deck that led directly to the ocean beach! The salty scent of the air; the sensual feel of the cold wet sand between my toes; the penetrating warmth of the sun soaking into my weary, aging skin; the incredible sight of the illuminated sky at night; the soothing sound of the waves lapping against the shore as I drifted off to sleep, were all a sheer joy. To live at the beach is to experience the world through all the senses. My physical, mental, emotional and spiritual bodies were absolutely drenched in the energy of Pachamama, and the result was a glorious high…a lift that no pharmaceutical could ever rival.
My 4 year old grandson is lucky enough to still be constantly in touch with all of his senses. Thankfully, nobody has yet harnessed his quest to discover, through smell, touch, sound, taste, and sight, the experience of living. This became crystal clear to me as I stuck my head into the car to greet him after being away for a month. Still strapped into the car seat, his face lit up with delight as he squealed “Nona, I missed you! I haven’t smelled your skin and your hair for a long time!” I burst out in a smile to think that he experiences me on multi-levels… that my hugs are more than just the feel of my arms wrapped around him. I hope he never loses this precious gift of experiencing the world intensely and sensually. I want to experience life that way again. I made myself a promise to work on it.
Lately I’ve been moving around a lot. Life is change and I believe that change is neither good nor bad…just different, but as a result of all this moving around, it has become difficult to keep in touch. Sure, Facebook is great for a quick photo or to keep up with some brief comings and goings, but I miss the long talks with like-minded people.
I have things to share. You have things to share. Many of these things could help us to support each other. We’ve all talked about “Staying on our Path” or more often than not, “Falling off our Path”. The simple truth is that “Walking the Talk” is sometimes… often times…tough. Sure there are the 5 Reiki Principles to guide us, but when the challenges of life conspire to knock us off our path, discussing the challenges and how to align them with our higher selves, can help. Input from like-minded people enables us to become the observer of ourselves. And stepping outside ourselves to become the observer brings new insight to most situations.
With this intent, and with an open heart and mind, I welcome you to my blog. You will often find me here, On My Path. Sometimes I’ll be laughing, sometimes I’ll be crying, and sometimes I’ll just be venting. But I’ll always try to walk the path in mindfulness and truth. Come join me!