My first touch of Reiki

This is a post I wrote over two years ago, on April 26, 2020, reflecting on my first Reiki experience and where it brought me. Two years later reading this back, I wanted to share the honestly and vulnerability that came with that first experience, because it's always been so special to me. This is a big part of why I practice and teach Reiki today, and just how valuable it is in all situations and contexts. For me, it sparked the beginning of a profound healing journey, that is still spiraling today. I want to open up a window to my world at this time, to share with my beautiful clients and friends openly and honestly, who I am, who I've been, and how far transformation can take us. Much love, and I hope you enjoy.


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Two years ago today, April 26, 2018, I made a cup of tea, poured it into a mason jar, and was getting ready to go to bed. As I was leaving the kitchen, the bottom of the mason jar fell out, and boiling water cascaded onto my leg. In shock, I ripped off my jeans and moments later burst out in tears and screams. There was a huge burn on my thigh that began bubbling and spewing puss. My roommate in her ignorance and shock, poured apple cider vinegar onto my wound that made it burn even more. I screamed in pain as she continued to insist on it, thinking that was the remedy for it. After rinsing my leg in the shower, I realized that I would have to go to the hospital. I had never gone to the emergency room before, and because I was living in Spain, I didn’t even know where the hospital was. I ended up getting in a taxi, crying and holding my pussing leg, and going to the nearby hospital in the middle of the night.


That night marked the beginning of my true awakening. Before then, I had been headed down a dark and destructive path. Abusing my body, torturing my mind and emotions, and devaluing myself as a human being. I had been living in Spain and attending my first year in university. The choices I made that year were so far from who I am now, and the learning experiences that I had were brutal. I needed a wake-up call, in the form of a second-degree burn. Around that time period was when I started to come to face the reality of the damage I was doing to myself. My voice was suffering, and my body was suffering, but I kept pushing through and ignoring the warning signs. In some ways, that burn saved me from consequences far worse.


After I returned from the hospital, with the reality that I would be in a bandage for a while and couldn’t do my dance assessments the following week, I was cursing my bad luck. I felt hurt and vulnerable and shocked. I’d never broken a bone or been hospitalized, and I had never gone to the emergency room before. My feelings of reckless invincibility were challenged. I could barely walk, I couldn’t dance, I couldn’t work, and now I had a hideous scar on my leg that would last for years. I worked as a dancer and a performer in a restaurant, and I wanted to work as a model, but now I couldn’t do anything. I was forced to lay in bed, heal, and my greatest fear of all, rest. It was terrifying to come to terms with the fact that I would have to be by myself. I had barely slept in my own bed that whole year up until then. I regretfully had to contact my employers and tell them I couldn’t work because of my injury. I felt myself losing money, and losing the attention of the casual relationship I was in. I had to postpone my dance assessments and sat by watching as my classmates completed them.

But I started sleeping again. After two weeks of proper rest, my voice started to come back. I started feeling more alert and started being able to remember things again. My lack of rest had made my short-term memory practically nonexistent, it was scary. I was sleeping enough to finally dream again. I started meditating in the mornings before school, and quickly it became a habit that I couldn’t go without. I booked a session with the nutritionist at my school, because I couldn’t dance and I wanted to stay in shape and learn how to properly feed my body. I slowly let myself unwind, although it felt strange and wrong in so many ways. But the most important decision I made, the one that propelled me down the path I’m on now, was by far the most random. I was walking with my friend past a homeopathic shop, and they advertised the services they offered. One of them was Reiki. My friend said she did a Reiki session once, and said it made her feel really weird for a few days after, then a lot better. That sparked my interest.


I went into the Reiki session feeling quite nervous and apprehensive. It was in the back of the small homeopathy shop, with a middle-aged Spanish woman who had a peaceful energy around her. She played some calming music on the speakers and asked me why I came. I told her that I was trying to change my life, to become more healthy and happy and that I had a burn on my leg that I wondered if she could heal. She said she would direct energy towards healing it, but she couldn’t guarantee anything. As I lay on the table and she channeled energy into me, I felt so many different emotions. Fear, safety, love, vulnerability and anxiety poured through me. I could feel the blockages and tension being released and washing away. Afterward, she told me I had a lot of trapped energy around my head, and that I needed to meditate and calm my racing thoughts.


The day after, I did feel weird. I wandered around the town feeling lost and deeply lonely. It was a scary feeling, of being cracked open and wanting to hide. I felt so vulnerable. But as I was rebandaging my wound, I noticed that my leg was startin