Cool for the Summer
Happy July Full Moon,
(Overdue) Greetings to my newsletter community! I seem to have skipped rocks right over Spring and here we are in middle of Summer and the second half of the calendar year!
Personally, all is well - work is busy in general but summers tend to be slower than other times of the year. It’s my birthday month and I am taking a moment to pause and share updates and offerings:
Birthday special - 50% off all reiki sessions booked in July and August! I love Reiki and I feel so grateful to offer it as one of the ways I support self-awareness, mind-body connection and healing. Reiki energy work can be a very useful tool for self-care. It encourages the release of stuck physical or emotional energy and promotes overall wellness and energetic balance. It’s gentle and profound. I’m a big fan.
Reiki Circle on Tuesday, August 2 6:30-8:30 - Jeannette and I are hosting another evening Reiki Circle in our office space in Peabody, MA. We will gather to give and receive Reiki, build community and learn together. Come, recharge and connect! All are welcome regardless of Reiki experience. Look out for a Facebook event and/or email me with questions or RSVPs.
That’s all for now! I would love to hear from you so be in touch if you feel so inclined.
This newslettter’s photo inspiration brought to you by my recent trip to the amazing, expansive Colorado.
And, poetic inspiration brought to you by Lisa Ciccarello, Mary Oliver and Bell Hooks.
Take good care,
Kira
A Water Woman Has No Body
Lisa Ciccarello
Emptiness is a blessing:
it can’t be owned if it doesn’t exist.
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My father said to bloom but never fruit—
a small trickle
eating its way through stone.
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I am one kind of alive:
I see everything the water sees.
I told you a turn was going to come
& turn the tower did.
What are the master’s tools
but a way to dismantle him.
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Who will replace the blood of my mother in me—
a cold spring rising.
She told me a woman made of water
can never crack.
Of her defeat, she said
this is nothing.
When I am Among the Trees
by Mary Oliver
When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”
4.
earth works
thick brown mud
clinging pulling
a body down
heard wounded earth cry
bequeath to me
the hoe the hope
ancestral rights
to turn the ground over
to shovel and sift
until history
rewritten resurrected
returns to its rightful owners
a past to claim
yet another stone lifted to
throw against the enemy
making way for new endings
random seeds
spreading over the hillside
wild roses
come by fierce wind and hard rain
unleashed furies
here in this touched wood
a dirge a lamentation
for earth to live again
earth that is all at once a grave
a resting place a bed of new beginnings
avalanche of splendor
Bell Hooks
