Oh HAI there! Oh yeah, I have a blog. Two days before NaNoWriMo seems like the perfect time to make myself write a little bit to get the words flowing, no? In case you don’t want to click the link, NaNoWriMo = National Novel Writing Month. I’ve been saying I’m gonna do this for at least five years, but this year, I’m going to give it a more concerted effort. I have a story in mind along with a title…just no ending. Weeeee! Title: Trifecta. Boom.
About a month ago, I saw a Groupon/Living Social/Bloomspot/any and everybody giving me discounts deal for a massage. I always look at those because I always need a massage. The price was right for the time so I looked at the website to see if there would be anything I actually wanted. None of them were the deep tissue/trigger point massage that I love, but one was something new – Reiki. I’ve read some about it before and figured that I would go ahead and give it a shot.
So, off I went yesterday to Centennial (it’s around a 45 minute drive..thank goodness for GPS and XM to keep me company) for my session. I didn’t really know what to expect; I just wanted to keep an open mind. The practitioner (is that what they’re called?) was a super nice lady. We sat and chatted before the session about the things that she would do during. One of the most interesting things that she said at that point was that she would be emitting (not her word but I can’t remember what her word was) energy for me to absorb and that I should try to take it in. But more the part where she said not to worry about stealing her energy as she puts up barriers. Interesting.
I can’t tell you what all happened because a lot of the time, I was drifting in and out. Not of sleep, per se, but maybe not fully in my body? I don’t really know how to explain it. In the end, it wasn’t a massage by what you and I probably think, but it was very relaxing nevertheless. Two specific things happened during the session for me: again, the drifting in and out (although I could always hear her voice) and this ridiculous, uncomfortable, almost painful line across my forehead. Apparently, two specific things happened for her as well: she visualized a hummingbird that was flitting around, seemingly curious as to what she was doing, and she visualized a ladybug sitting on my pen as I wrote.
At one point, I picked my head up to try to reposition it as I thought maybe there was an odd fold in the sheet or something, but it didn’t help. Actually, nothing helped and it was sore for a few minutes after I sat up. I checked the head/face rest to see if there was indeed a fold, but it was smooth. To this, I was told that I have messengers that are trying to tell me things. Look, I have enough dead relatives to believe that one of them is trying to tell me something.
It was easier to find things about ladybugs. Seriously. Try searching visualizations about ladybugs as opposed to hummingbirds. Big difference. Any who, in a nutshell, ladybugs symbolize, among other things, five more commas. Also, they’re about getting out of your own damned way and allowing your possibilities to manifest. Seeing as how it was sitting on top of a pen, I’m gonna move forward with confidence that I can write this frigging book and maybe it even be a hit! NaNoWriMo, here I come!