Reiki is all about compassion and love; and as a Reiki Master, I am fulfilled when I am asked to spend time healing others. My heart fills with love and appreciation; because Quality Time is one of my love languages.
Love languages, you ask, “what is that?” It is the language spoken when we show others how much we love and appreciate them. Unfortunately, many of us think we are speaking clearly; but little do we know, the other cannot hear us because they speak a different love language than we do. And if we don’t know the language they speak, they may not get the message about how we feel.
Recently, I read Gary Chapman’s book, “The 5 Love Languages.” This book opened up my eyes and heart to how I spoke to the ones I loved; and to the lack of love I thought I had received. I…
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Here’s an interesting study posted by the Center For Reiki Research, looking into the effect of Reiki on the automatic nervous system. According to the study 3 groups- a reiki group, a sham reiki group, and a rest-only placebo group were given 15 minutes rest, followed by 30 minutes of treatment (reiki, or sham reiki, or rest), followed by 10 additional minutes of rest. While the reiki and reiki sham groups both showed decreased heart rate and respiration, and increased parasympathetic activity, the reiki group also showed reduced diastolic and mean blood pressure. The rest-only control group showed no changes.
I guess, science says: yes!
Tearing people down never builds anyone up. I was reminded of this when reading that Rolling Stone magazine had just put Pope Francis on its cover and featured a 7,000-word article about him. (Maybe the Dalai Lama will be next!) But unfortunately, in praising Francis’s impact on the Church and the world, the article lit into his predecessor, Benedict, in a manner that could only be called mean, comparing him to Freddy Krueger, the murderous monster in the “Nightmare on Elm Street” horror movies, and saying that he was enough to give teens nightmares.
Poor Pope Francis! Imagine him cringing in his guest-house room, thinking about how those words must be hurting his frail, ailing predecessor. Thinking about how he was somehow the cause of this pain, since by trying to do good, and through no fault of his, he had inadvertently brought ridicule on an already suffering man. I’ll…
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Today, I read the saddest single sentence I have ever encountered. I wasn’t expecting to read it; I was scrolling down through Yahoo’s homepage and came upon an article about how people from abroad, both visitors and new residents, view America and Americans.
Of course, I couldn’t resist reading this. I was expecting to see the usual comments about how slovenly Americans are, in their sweatpants and hoodies or ill-fitting jeans and tee-shirts or worse. Or snide remarks about American obesity. Or shocked remarks about Americans’ spending habits, their addiction to malls, their obsessive shopping. Or about their eating habits, between fast food as a replacement for meals and monstrous portions as in “Supersize Me.” Or all-too-often true remarks about American ignorance, cultural blindness, and insularity.
What I wasn’t expecting to see was the comment I found, from an anonymous person obviously now living the typical American lifestyle but still…
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“The alternative to the truth is silence.”
NOT lying, please note. This has been my life’s guiding principle. Before opening my mouth, I have tried to remember to ask myself “Is this true? Is it hurtful? Does it need to be said? Is it helpful?”
I can’t say that my success rate has been as high as I’d like. I can manage anger pretty well; I just write an e-mail and don’t send it, or a post and don’t post it. It’s when I’m really disturbed about something or think something’s important and address that in a post that I fall down. It never occurs to me that the subjects of my posts would even know about my blogs, since I never identify them, much less be bothered to read them, that gets me in trouble.
For example, to my knowledge, my partner, Rob, has never read even one of…
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