Jeremiah's hair is unchanged, but he has grown a full beard this autumn. So there's that.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Sassy New Do's!
Jeremiah's hair is unchanged, but he has grown a full beard this autumn. So there's that.
Friday, November 04, 2011
Finally Taking Devo's Advice
In June of last year, I was attuned to Reiki (I & II). I made mention of it in some post around here, but I don't have the patience to find it and reference it now. I did it because it seemed fun, and because Ellen had caused the tenacious, painful, itchy eczema that had been on my hands for a full 9 months to go away completely by giving me 2 5-minute hand-specific Reiki sessions. I figured I could use it on friends and family. So I went to this guy, and had an amazing day of study/attuning. I came home that night and gave everyone in the house (including the animals) Reiki.
Shortly after my attunements, I began to feel like I was meant to be doing it; there was a not-so-gentle tugging to make it my occupation. I found that annoying and unrealistic. Most people I know don't even know what Reiki is, how was I supposed to just drop everything I was doing and start earning a living off it? Besides, it's so easy, how could I charge for it? Still, I quickly became obsessed with the topic of energy, the human energy field, quantum physics, the meaning and power of symbols (Reiki uses symbols), and so on. I don't know how long it's been since I've read a work of fiction; it's like a sickness.
I went on with my real life, but the universe refused to leave me alone about the Reiki thing. One day, a few weeks after my attunements, I was heading into the house through the garden, carrying some groceries. A female robin literally dropped out of the sky in front of me, and began a frenetic zig zag all over the garden, trying to fly, hitting something, falling to the ground. I heard myself gasp "Oh no!" like I was freaking Snow White and I hurried to put down my bags. I cautiously stalked the injured bird around the garden until she became paralyzed with fear, and I could reach out to her. Her head was bent to one side, like she'd dislocated her...neck, I don't know. I cupped my hands over her and gave her Reiki for a couple minutes, she even let me touch her wings just a little. When I felt like she'd calmed down enough, I attempted to move out of the painful position into which I'd twisted myself while trying to reach her. As soon as I lifted my hands so I could move, she took off, and flew across my neighbors' yard as if she'd never been hurt. I watched to see if she'd crash into a tree or their shed, but no, she was airborne. I stood there, alone in my garden, ice cream melting in my shopping bag, jaw agape. I resigned myself to at least going back to get my master Reiki attunement, and to my delight, the universe let up on me a bit.
It took a year, but last June I went to this chick (I just wanted to change it up a bit) and officially became a Reiki master. That was a lot of fun, but then the tug to do it all the time became something more like a violent shove. I'd been thinking I couldn't leave my job, couldn't make this my own thing, couldn't couldn't couldn't...but then, I thought, if I wanted to, why didn't I? My job, for me, isn't fun anymore, and Reiki is. What is wrong with me that I would think I have to do the thing I don't like? I decided Devo was right. Freedom of choice is what I have.
I had no idea how I was going to go about it, but I did know I needed a different job, as mine couldn't be done part-time, and I really, really didn't want to commute anymore. So I decided what elements I wanted in a new job, that would allow me to moonlight as a Reiki practitioner, and I wrote those things on post-it's which I placed in key locations around the house. They said:
Shortly after my attunements, I began to feel like I was meant to be doing it; there was a not-so-gentle tugging to make it my occupation. I found that annoying and unrealistic. Most people I know don't even know what Reiki is, how was I supposed to just drop everything I was doing and start earning a living off it? Besides, it's so easy, how could I charge for it? Still, I quickly became obsessed with the topic of energy, the human energy field, quantum physics, the meaning and power of symbols (Reiki uses symbols), and so on. I don't know how long it's been since I've read a work of fiction; it's like a sickness.
I went on with my real life, but the universe refused to leave me alone about the Reiki thing. One day, a few weeks after my attunements, I was heading into the house through the garden, carrying some groceries. A female robin literally dropped out of the sky in front of me, and began a frenetic zig zag all over the garden, trying to fly, hitting something, falling to the ground. I heard myself gasp "Oh no!" like I was freaking Snow White and I hurried to put down my bags. I cautiously stalked the injured bird around the garden until she became paralyzed with fear, and I could reach out to her. Her head was bent to one side, like she'd dislocated her...neck, I don't know. I cupped my hands over her and gave her Reiki for a couple minutes, she even let me touch her wings just a little. When I felt like she'd calmed down enough, I attempted to move out of the painful position into which I'd twisted myself while trying to reach her. As soon as I lifted my hands so I could move, she took off, and flew across my neighbors' yard as if she'd never been hurt. I watched to see if she'd crash into a tree or their shed, but no, she was airborne. I stood there, alone in my garden, ice cream melting in my shopping bag, jaw agape. I resigned myself to at least going back to get my master Reiki attunement, and to my delight, the universe let up on me a bit.
It took a year, but last June I went to this chick (I just wanted to change it up a bit) and officially became a Reiki master. That was a lot of fun, but then the tug to do it all the time became something more like a violent shove. I'd been thinking I couldn't leave my job, couldn't make this my own thing, couldn't couldn't couldn't...but then, I thought, if I wanted to, why didn't I? My job, for me, isn't fun anymore, and Reiki is. What is wrong with me that I would think I have to do the thing I don't like? I decided Devo was right. Freedom of choice is what I have.
I had no idea how I was going to go about it, but I did know I needed a different job, as mine couldn't be done part-time, and I really, really didn't want to commute anymore. So I decided what elements I wanted in a new job, that would allow me to moonlight as a Reiki practitioner, and I wrote those things on post-it's which I placed in key locations around the house. They said:
- More money
- Bike/walk to work
- Great environment
- Quit (my current job) by 11/16
- December off
What the heck, I figured, since I was asking, I should include everything. So each time one of the post-it's came into view, I would pause and read the whole thing.
A couple weeks after I put the post-its up, I was working from home, and had some cause to be adjusted. Since she was so close (a mile from the house), I called my chiropractor to see if she could fit me in during my lunch break, which she did. When I went in, she pulled me aside before my adjustment and said something along the lines of "I am at the point at which I really need someone to manage this office [it's grown a lot in the past 2 years]. I wondered if you'd have any interest...? It would include a free place to practice Reiki, but I won't have this position ready until the beginning of the year."
Sooooo...long story short, after some intensive budget review, I took it. Part time. And I'm taking December off. It's not more money right off the bat (oh, how it's not) but my thinking is that I am now embarking upon a journey with uncapped potential, whereas, if I'd stayed at my old reliable job, I would most likely never have made any huge leaps in my standard of living. So, it's a bit scary, but also exciting, and I am happy. I am really going to like being happy.
Thursday, November 03, 2011
Catty Girls
This was Halloween! As has become tradition for us, mad props to Aunt Jo Jo for the costumes! Not pictured are the black press-on nails she also supplied.
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