Healing Received

Some people can see things others don’t.

Like Chakras.

It’s an unfamiliar language to many.

I know when I first heard the speak.

After a devastating separation, a close friend asked me to close my eyes. What colour did I see she asked?

It was black.

Not surprising given my state of mind.

It should be purple.

Soon after I received my first Reiki healing. My pain was obvious.

In the heart.

Many use the gift of their hands for healing, using the power of the Universe.

Tonight I was fortunate to have my good neighbour and friend, Tara visit me.

I was comfortable and open to receiving.

As her hands waved across my body she easily picked up my pain and blockages.

No surprise given nine days ago I’d fractured my pelvis in two places, along with my clavicle.

Throughout the healing I could feel tension in my body releasing. At one point my four fingers on my right side sharply raised up in the air. Like a policeman telling you to stop at a crosswalk.

Pinks, purples and blacks swirled as her hands moved to different areas of my body.

She sensed muscle strain and some fear.

I felt a wider pathway to healing received.

For that I am so grateful.

The Pain Path

While you’re in it, you know it. But once it’s gone you’ll forget all about it.

At least that’s what I keep reminding myself.

Especially at night.

Sleeping with a fractured pelvis is a challenge.

I can last three or four hours at the most on my back and then I need to sit up.

Thankfully I’m now able to get up and walk to the washroom.

Seems to take the strain off the lower back.

For that I am grateful.

As I hobble through the day my spirit reminds me.

You are healing!

The pain path - it’s temporary.

No Pain No Gain

Didn’t get a ride in yesterday so I decide to roll out to Western Speedway to watch the TripleShots PreDawn Cycling Club’s beginner’s race series. Give the Club some support.

Got there just in time to try out a warm-up lap with the pack. That was fun!

Then they’re off. 15 laps to go.

Not good at sitting around and doing nothing I decide to take on the position of cheerleader.

The pack soon divides. I make sure I’ve got a cheer in for everyone.

It’s exciting I have to say. A real mix of talents rolling around in circles. Some serious. Others just hanging on.

Rolling into the last few laps I hear an experienced rider, clearly coaching up to a young’in say the funniest thing.

“Dig down into that suitcase of pain!” he screeches down to him. He seemed triumphant in his manner.

I must have been the only one that heard it on the sidelines. Sure made me howl.
I rode home thinking about what you’ve got to do to get to the top. To win. Bottom line. Train hard.

No pain, no gain…