You come to me a literal bundle of nerves. On the love seat, you hold your elbows pulled in and your shoulders tight, your body occupies as little space as possible. But your energy scatters, flies about the room, the particles colliding, bouncing beyond the walls: frantic.
Reiki flows from me, forceful like a river after the rain, but warm. I can feel you pulling it. Your energy, absorbing it, slows down slightly, swirling now.
You speak of trying to focus your mind, of keeping control over yourself, of getting things done and fulfilling the goals you have set out. And your body is tight, your muscles contracted.
My Soul is a witness for your Soul. And in witnessing, it gifts you a window. Your breathing slows, you allow yourself to know a truth: you have been struggling against your Self, fighting your Soul, imposing on it an order without meaning, the rules for another.
This truth is like a blanket thrown gently over your shivering aura. The particles of your energy float slowly back towards you, in shimmering harmony. You breathe a deep sigh.
Then you tell me you see your choices. And as you speak, your body loosens, your shoulders open and you hold out your hands, taking up space to show me with your arms wide, how much choice you have. It is a dancer’s pose: graceful, poised, alive.
And there is a new stillness about you, the way a tree is still, the way a mountain withstanding the ravages of water and wind is still.
And in me… there is rejoicing!