 I’m still standing, sleeves rolled up, cloth in hand and polishing the glass….Wax on… wax off… wax on… wax off.. Honestly, at the beginning, part of me did think it was just a weekend class. Then I fell in love with the awe and the wonder of the healing Reiki energy. It didn’t take much for me to decide I wanted to become more devoted to the Reiki way. “After all,” I asked myself, “how hard can it be?” Okay, now I have to admit that having visions of walking a spiritual path is much easier that actually suiting up, showing up and walking a daily spiritual path. Wax on… wax off… wax on…. My mind wanders back to Karate Kid and his days of endless waxing and painting. Tired of the daily mundane self discipline routine I blurt with the defiance of a 15 year old, “But Karate Kid got to do that great crane pose forever etched against that glorious sunset. Then he got to use that cool move to knock out his nemesis. He scored one for justice and fairness.” I’ve stopped waxing. “And, now he’s gliding all over Dances with the Stars. I just saw him gracefully nailing his Foxtrot last night.” Silence…. After a very long pause the guides asks, “Do you want your money back?” Wax on… wax off… wax on… wax off… “Hey Buttercup,” the guide whispers, “you missed a spot.” With the exasperation of a 10 year old I sigh and rub at the corner of the massive lighthouse window. Then I stand back and look for another smudge because I know that when the light bursts through at some unexpected moment, like Reiki often does, I will embrace it with the wonder and awe of an innocent 3 year old. Wax on… wax off… wax on… wax off…. Still polishing the glass but now I add a little Cha-Cha step. Wax on.. wax off.. Cha-Cha... Blessings~ |
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