Greetings all and thank you to Anna, Shilpa, Dianne, Louise and Mary (Linked In) for taking the time to read and comment/like/love/sharing my last post. As always it's nice to be able to see my thoughts garnering a few reads and feedback.
What thoughts come to my mind on this day which was rather pleasant? I will surrender to those magical vibes which I've been blessed with over the weekend as I had the pleasure of working with some beautiful Reiki energy. It is so refreshing to see the energy making a tangible difference to people and I know quite a few of those who do read my post either work with that energy themselves or harness healing magic in their own way. Truly, it is such a pleasure to bring it forward.
Today I also met up with somebody I used to train with karate and her super talented daughter. They both made it to black belt and we reminisced over the good old days as well as looking forward to an inspiring future. I often get a bit flabbergasted when I think back to when I last saw a little girl training only to be greeted by a young lady who's well on her way to a bright future. It's times like this that you realise that those years do pass by so swiftly and it brings it home how we all age little by little.
I also met one of our lovely development team members who was taking part in a course at the Shakra Centre through healing with crystals. She thoroughly enjoyed it and it's so nice to see her progressing in her own way to fabulous new insights.
This just reminds me and all of us to really embrace the present moment and enjoy those special times. I know many of us blink and find that a year, two years, decades and more elapse so swiftly. So much of our existence is defined by where we work and what we do. I do feel it's a shame that we may be thought of as the roles we take on in life rather than who we truly are. For example Bill the butcher, Sally the florist, Tim the taxi driver and Lorraine the baker. We are so much more than that.
My thoughts will turn to an upcoming rune course, those lovely people who come to development (what shall I conjure up?) and getting that writing flowing too. I shall end with an attempt at a poetic tale, do let me know if you think it works or not as the case may be and it's straight off the top of my head in the present moment. Ok muse, over too you and no editing allowed, straight off the keyboard...
I saw this fellow once
Sinking a broken string
For the music brokered silence
In jet black voices
He looked out from the stage
Saw jaundiced eyes glare back
Hissing when he rose
Then coughed in ale choirs
He cast down one cold guitar
Invoked his a cappella
For a moment the mob sighed
Beheld his golden voice
Then one voice jeered, said go home
Whilst his friends did agree
To hush down pyrite songs
Disappeared in endless vapours
Yet the singer persisted
Through the drunkards hue
And then the amazing gift
Of a solitary clap
How the mob did howl
To a blue hearted knave
Who acclaimed the talent
Standing before her
The robin rebel clapped again
Cheered and joined in too
The virus then claimed three
Soon to four, five, then twenty
The light ahead grew ever bright
Haters growled in deaf murmurs
The singer bowed with all his worth
Acclaim, acclaim the audience roared
He left the stage with quite a grin
A lady bowed, offered him a rose
Accepted gladly gave his name
Acquiesced to a husky corner
The symphony of love did win through
Left the bar with arms entwined
Thought of what came next
A lunar light upon them both
One day, perhaps he'd encore
Bring through a new key
Only this time
With a new guitar
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