I've been wandering the Reiki path for quite some time. I found it, or rather it found me, when I was pregnant with my third child in 2003. As I was preparing for the birth of my son and my subsequent maternity leave (I am a teacher, by day job), the woman who had been hired to finish out the year joined us in the classroom. It so happens, in addition to being a phenomenal teacher, she was a Reiki Master. So we talked Reiki. Often. When she offered me a reiki treatment session I jumped at the opportunity (let's be honest at eight months pregnant I didn't really jump, I more sort of leaned). That session was all it took. I was hooked.
It's been nearly nine years since that moment for me. I am now a Certified Reiki Master. And while that looks and sounds pretty cool, I'll tell you straight up, it's a most humbling thing to see those words by my name. I feel honored and awed that the title is mine. I am glad reiki found me and called me out to the path.
And I'm glad you're here to read about it.