I am now at the airport, the Retreat has ended, my flight
was cancelled due to a broken engine, so I sit on this impersonal chair between
packs of potato chips, power bars and dozens of drinks. I wonder how many
versions of bottled drinks can there be? I see varied colors, flavors,
presentations and can longingly feel that the drink I want is not here ... where is the one that would quench my thirst?
I am thirsty for so many things, for the sweet taste of
water, for ice cubes clinking in my glass, cool in my hand when it is burning
hot outside. For water rising from a well in the middle of the desert, for
swimming in clear blue water, for hot morning water ready for the tea I will
have with my friends. For bubbling water moving around me as I lay in a hot tub
under a lit dark sky, dressed in the flowing gown of its wavy Milky Way,
celebrated by shooting stars, as I catch my breath and extend my arm reaching
for its beauty resting at the tips of my fingers.
I am thirsty for the company I have kept these past two
weeks, thirsty for your eyes, your touch, your words, for the loving and
nourishing contact springing from the well of our circle of Reiki. I am
so, so thirsty for all of you. I write about us about my love for this
circle, I can trace the timeline between the retreat in Seattle and the one in
Arizona when Phyllis spoke about her view on succession and the essential role
of a Circle in this process.
A well of tears springs now from my overflowing
gratitude for Phyllis; her words, her vision, found a way into my soul,
responding to a yearning my Spirit has forever carried. Something came together
for me, an intrinsic, wordless understanding of the life, wisdom and transcendence
carried within the Circle itself. I can feel its inherent pulse and inner beat.
The Circle which holds and serves the Energy and the System we so deeply
love.
As I went back in time and revisited our gathering in
Seattle and remembered its intensity, its fierceness, its confusion and
momentary despair and the image that came was that of a birthing process. Past,
present and future compressed into the pain of labor, contractions, blood, life
and death, the despair of feeling that there will be no end to the pain, to the
rawness, no deliverance and yet ... as we continue to gather in our circle we
feel the continuing trust and inherent wisdom of a timely rhythm, held within
all birthing processes.
Sitting in the circle today, I feel that it is born
and alive, healthy and thriving, filled with the elements of youth; vital enthusiasm, hopefulness, strength, aliveness, openness, all held in graceful
and loving ways. A Circle infused by our willingness, our insightful care, our
wisdom and commitment to tend to its well being.
I have found a place in it, a place of being held and
seen, a place of listening and holding, a place of stillness and great
movement, a place of quiet reflection and extraordinary inspiration, a place of
many visions and oneness. I am Home.
Thank you Reiki Circle, thank
you and you and you, for giving me an indescribable sense of purpose,
belonging, and gracefulness.
