Big Sur Yoga Retreat – Mid Week Free Day

This morning I had my first ever Reiki treatment. I was told it was ‘a little woo-woo’ by some folks and ‘extraordinary and meaningful’ by others so I went into it with an open mind. Luckily my Reiki master is a calming influence all in herself and she talked me through it – kind of like a guided meditation.

I’m lying down and as she was holding her hands over me in different places of my body, the opposite corner of body – after a few breaths – would almost jerk or pop. It felt as if physical blocks were being removed from my body and at the core, I felt slowly growing joy. It was pretty cool. When it was over, my entire body felt jingly and tingly – warm and protected.

I have to say, I’m a fan.

After, I took my free day to myself and walked along the coast.

Big Sur Coast

I walked along the coast and felt a cold mist on my face – the latest round of fog following swift on the last round of warming sunshine. So, the ground was hot and the fog felt refreshing. At the top of a rocky ocean cove, I found a bench and sat down to enjoy the view. Below me, the waves flowed in – slowly as they are halted at the opening of the cove by big rocks – and then into the cave below my feet. The waves made a sound like Clunk! Swooooosh! then Boomph! and I could feel the crashes in my feet.

Clunk! Swooooosh! … Boomph!

quiet pause

Clunk! Swooooosh! … Boomph!

ocean cave

From the rush and push of the ocean waves crashing onto the coast, I headed into the echoing quiet of the Carmelite Monastery close by.

Carmelite Monastery

The smell of incense lingers, but it could also be my memory. I always smell incense when I enter a Catholic church. I bless myself before entering and kneel to pray.

Carmelite Monastery

The tower bell begins to sound and so I wait through the individual bongs to let the vibrations pour through me. They mimic the oms we chanted this morning after yoga class. As I wait for the bell to stop, the church is silent in between the sounds and the wicker chairs (no pews) and kneelers snap and pop as they age slowly.

Carmelite Monastery

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A mother, sister, wife, and daughter who writes, knits, hikes, and practices yoga on the west coast. Loves a zippy chardonnay or a tart margarita!

2 Comments

  1. Michele
    July 26, 2013

    I really love reading about all of your wonderful experiences! I had a cleaning lady in MN who was studying to do the Reiki? anyway she carried a lot of rocks in her pockets too…long time ago. We are going on a Disney Alaska Cruise. LOL
    M

  2. July 28, 2013

    I’m so glad you like reading this stuff! Apparently you have to have a special skill to be a Reiki master or whatever, but I can tell you now I was no believer and I certainly have changed my mind.

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