Sunday, February 8, 2009
The light was really beautiful this morning. Gold sunlight sneaked across the sky underneath a bluish grey overcast. Fantastic!
Am I a new age person? God, I hope not. I think of new agers as airy and fairy, non-substantial, floating around for eternity in puffy clouds of white light, innocent, stars in eyes. You know, clueless. During my years as a witch, I seized every possible chance to belittle the new agers. I was proud to be dark and "powerful." Strange to think back on that point of view now.
Truth is, these days I use white light upon occasion, I'll admit it. I wrap my heart, or my entire being, in a column of white light sometimes. The experience is protective, soothing and cooling, especially to the heart. It's a new age technique that works well for me. More evidence: I use crystals for healing, believe in the power of positive thinking and affirmations. I even believe in Atlantis. Who am I, and what has become of the old Reya?
Ever since I found out about a Reiki Master attunement class that will be held within the circle of stones at Stonehenge, just before summer solstice this year, I have been shamelessly lusting after the experience, mouth watering like the biggest new age geek you've ever seen. Embarrassing but true. If only I had $3,000 sitting in my bank account, and had nothing better to do with that money, I'd sign up in a flat second, even though I'm already a Reiki Master. The experience would be SO new age! For heaven's sake.
Though no longer dark and witchy, and no longer thinking I need to be "powerful" (whatever that meant to me - can't remember now), I still cling in some way to the idea that dark is more hip than light when it comes to the path of the spirit.
Probably a good thing I don't have the $3,000. I guess.
Face of the sundial on the south lawn of the Smithsonian Castle.