Almost a week after Reiki III attunement and I’m finally feeling somewhat normal, not quite normal, but closer.
What a wild ride of sleep and dream states. I was nauseated most of the week too.
Now what is making everything seem so
At least the transition has stopped and I’ve landed somewhere.
I’ve landed in a quiet place that is not unlike 1963.
It is not unlike the honey bee poem
That buzzed through the third grade
With a crush on the Giegos boy
Who liked me back.
One grain of the dust from a fast moving storm, a hair of the dog,
Just waiting for the air to clear
Or to slip into gear and start moving.
It snowed twice while I was out.
I wonder if I’ll ever be able to stay awake again.