I slept poorly last night. Although I was exhausted and went to bed reasonably early for me (around midnight), I kept waking every couple of hours and then had a hard time waking this morning. I had thought I would sleep better after my reiki treatment yesterday. This morning the Schneck told me that her 93 year old grandfather died last night. That was saddening, but not unexpected. Then I snapped at the boy wonder, my favorite coworker. Then I spent hours seemingly banging my head against my monitor trying to figure out the nuances of single user mode net booting on Solaris - whatever that might mean. This led to feelings of grumpiness all around. Thankfully the reiki seems to have mostly dissipated the grump. My own moodiness can be rather boring to me.

At festival, I wound up inadvertently getting a reiki treatment instead of my massage. It made me realize that I needed to do some energetic housekeeping. So I now have a reiki master in New York. Unfortunately she is exorbitant and I can't afford her. After my deep session yesterday, she suggested that I have a treatment every day for four days - in addition to self treatment (more on that later). Since I can't afford to see her for four days, I am compromising with two treatments with her 21 year old daughter and participation in a reiki clinic. Still more expensive than I had planned, but ...

The thing about reiki is that anyone can do it once they have been empowered to do so. I forget the actual word - perhaps attuned. The other thing is that I was empowered roughly 13 years ago. That makes me a non practicing reiki practitioner. I went to the clinic tonight. It was in a jcc and there was rather loud Israeli folk dancing throughout. Initially, I was on the table and received for a bit. One of the practitioners had cold hands, but then they warmed up. Then I took turns giving to four different people. It brought up some memories for me of doing a session with my dying ex-girlfriend less than a year before she died. I think that was the last time I saw her.

Although I get antsy easily, it was a lovely experience and I didn't mind the blaring middle eastern music. I don't know if my soul is being healed by this, but I still have a couple of days to go.

In the meantime, I discovered that some of the positions hurt my hands. This led me to wonder if other jews also got stigmata. Then I remembered that at least one had.

So now I should get some food and think about my new/old evolving practice of self treatment. Or I could do some reiki on the cats? Some cats like energy healing, after all.