Chiyoko Yamaguchi and her son Tadao were the founders of the Jikiden Reiki Institute in Kyoto, whose seminars have determined my training in Reiki. She was a petite sweet woman who received her first Reiju directly from Hayashi in 1938 when she was only 17 years old.
“Look, in the end we’ll even have to thank 2020” says my client at the end of the Reiki session. It’s not the first time I hear this comment, even if so many people went through real difficult times this year…
The second wave of Covid-19 has once again limited our activities, however, this time round, there has not been a total shutdown. Since our social life is pretty poor and we have a lot of spare time, some of us have witnessed a complex exchange of homemade delicacies that even the best catering company could not have organized.
“At Christmas I’ll stay at home, many friends asked me to have lunch with their families, but I declined all the invitations. This year was too hard on me, too many losses in my life, I want to have some time to overcome the pain, I can’t celebrate pretending that nothing happened”.
Have you ever been mad at someone, so mad that you feel obsessed with that person? You end up analyzing all their flaws and convincing yourself that they are the most despicable beings in the universe?
Our parents, grandparents and elders were recently called “not essential to the productive effort of our Country” by the President of my region, Liguria. I believe that this question is not even part of the political debate between right and left wing. It is, instead, a moral issue…
I always thought that the phrase “Do not give pearls to swine” is an extremely classist sentence. How come that Jesus, the man who preached unconditional love for one’s neighbour, gives such inflexible advice?
The other day I was talking with a colleague about the number of women we know who have told us about some type of physical or mental abuse they suffered and we got to the conclusion that they are much more than it would be expected in a modern twenty-first century society.
When Chiara came back from Thailand she gave me a little Ganesh statue. This figure of a human body with elephant head sitting in a jolly and relaxed position on a lotus pedestal captivated me immediately.
“Come there, there’s a path in the forest, I know its name, do you want to know it too?” It’s an old song that my mother often sang while doing the chores… today I had that tune in my head and the more I sang it, the more I realized that reaching higher consciousness is like entering a path in the dark forest and, step by step, getting to a clearing.