Sally Sunshine Reiki

04/13/2026

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The rain taps lightly on the roof of an umbrella and someone says,
listen to the rain

while someone else smiles and says,
listen to the music.

It is the same sky,
the same water falling,
the same soft drumming
on temporary shelter

but one hears the downpour,
and one hears a song.

The soil settles between our fingers as hands sink into earth and one finds grit,
whilst another finds grounding.

The ocean folds, as its waves crash hard against the waiting shore, and one sees chaos, whilst another sees beauty.

Because maybe the music never came from the rain at all.

Maybe the music and the beauty and the grounding comes from the quiet, tender truth that we do not see the world
as it is.

But as we are looking at it.

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A new poem that I wrote for my Patreon a couple of weeks ago. A reminder for a new week that - when it feels like the world isn't what we hope to find out there - we can still look at our own little world in a way that brings more calm, less chaos.

Becky Hemsley 2026
Lovely artwork by Maria Quezada

04/13/2026

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Morning Blessing

May this fresh new day
be free from yesterday’s doubts.
May it be whole and unburdened,
like a wise teacher placing
new stories into your life.
May you not hurry past them.
May you be present and
feel what is unfolding
without judgment.
And within each moment,
may you find enough depth
to meet yourself again.

✍️ Rivers in the Ocean

04/11/2026

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"Good morning! As the sun rises today, let it remind you that each day brings a new beginning, a chance to reset and embrace the present. Just like the dawn gradually lights up the sky, allow yourself to wake up gently, trusting that you will find clarity as the day unfolds. Take a deep breath and let go of yesterday’s worries. Today is a clean slate, and with calm and steady steps, you can move toward your goals, no matter how big or small. You’ve got everything you need within you—just let it flow naturally."
Rivers in the Ocean

Artist: Vesna Delevska

Paired by Whispers from the Heart

04/04/2026

💚 💜 Happy wandering and wondering and trusting the path forward!! 🙌 😊

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There is a kind of magic that comes with not knowing exactly where you’re going. Just wandering for its own sake, something I often do both in the world and in my own mind. I love to explore the quiet lanes, the untrodden paths without having a sense of where I want to end up,.

Society encourages us to move with purpose, to set goals, to know our next step - which is often a necessity in a male-centric world. The world asks for certainty, for direction, for the neatness of a path well-planned, yet as women we are messier than that. And yes, there is an art to wandering—a way of being in the world that embraces curiosity over certainty, movement over arrival.

Many cultures have long understood wandering as a sacred act. The mystics of old—desert hermits, Celtic pilgrims, the Sufis and the poets—walked not to escape but to seek. In Japan, the wandering monk (komusō) would play the shakuhachi flute as a form of meditation, his journey itself a spiritual practice. In the Romani tradition, movement is woven into identity—a way of life that embraces the road as home.

To wander is to trust. It is to listen to the subtle pull of the unseen, to recognize that not all answers come when we demand them.

In life, we are not always given clear directions. There are seasons where we must step forward without knowing where the road leads. The wanderess understands this, and moves not because she is lost but because something inside her tells her there is more to see, more to know, more to become.

Maybe you are in such a season now—on the threshold of change, unsure of what comes next. If so, I offer this: Do not fear the wandering. There is wisdom in the unmarked path, in the slow steps taken without rush. The world reveals itself to those who take the time to see it.

And sometimes, the only way to find where you belong is to first allow yourself to roam.

“Woman of the Wild”
Mixed Media
2016

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04/03/2026

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03/31/2026

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03/31/2026

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Morning Blessing

Patience
May this morning greet you gently,
like a letter arriving without urgency.
May patience settle within you,
like green shoots growing slowly to meet this world.
Let your thoughts move at their own rhythm,
like a river learning the shape of its banks.
Trust what is not yet ready,
as blossoms trust the hours before they open.
Hold your intentions lightly,
like a bird resting briefly between flights.
And as this day unfolds,
may you discover that waiting, too,
is a vital part of becoming.

✍️ Rivers in the Ocean

03/31/2026

You are now at this tipping point in consciousness and transformation on the planet that is deeply uncomfortable for many. So, being a guardian of your own light is going to be very important in these years to come. It is very important that no matter how much you are helping, no matter how much you are assisting, no matter how much you are the crisis first-responder to others who are in physical or emotional need, it is vital when you are a galvanized light worker, that you are able to play in the light. Whether playing in the light to you means making sure that you put your body into a body of water every day or multiple times a week, because that is what lights you back up; whether that playing in the light is literally jumping around the house playing, singing. Whatever it takes to keep your light galvanized will be very important in the years to come.

- From Create Your Future: Elevating the 2020-2030 Timeline MP3

03/31/2026

"Life is the dancer and you are the dance." ~ Eckhart Tolle

When life feels chaotic, overwhelming, or like “it’s happening TO you, not with you, what’s one small moment where you could drop the role of the dancer and simply be the dance? (E.g., pausing to feel your breath, seeing the world without the “I” in the story).

Eckhart Tolle’s quote flips the soul’s story on its head, not you are the dancer performing life, but life itself is the dancer, and you are the dance. Here, the self is not a separate “doer” in reality; it is the living energy of reality. When we grasp this, the illusion of separation shatters: the “I” that seeks mastery over life dissolves into the very flow of existence.

Tolle reveals that suffering arises from identifying with the fleeting form, the thoughts, emotions, and roles we mistake for “self.” Yet consciousness isn’t a passenger on life’s ride; it is the ride. A wave is not in the ocean; it is the ocean’s expression. Similarly, your joy, pain, and thoughts are not “yours” but the dance of being itself. This isn’t passive surrender, it’s radical sovereignty: when you stop fighting your nature (e.g., resisting anger or grief), you step into alignment with the present‑moment’s infinite intelligence.

Modern life traps us in the “dancer” illusion, we chase control, self‑improvement, or external validation. But the deeper truth? The dance never needed your permission, it is your breath, your heartbeat, your choice to be present. Your “self” is a ripple in the river, not the river itself. When you stop doing and start being, you realize: the dance was always you.

Art by William R. Leigh

03/29/2026

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In the Hidden World between the Trees, it is said that some trees remember the sun more clearly than others.

Birch trees are among them.

If you walk through a forest at dusk, when the light has begun to thin and the shadows gather beneath the branches, you may notice how the birches linger in brightness long after the other trees have faded into gray. Their pale bark catches what little light remains, standing quietly luminous among the darker trunks of the forest.

The old stories say long ago, when the world was still settling into the rhythm of seasons, the sun worried that the long winters would cause its warmth to be forgotten. Months of darkness passed over the land, and the forests stood quiet beneath snow and cloud.

So the sun asked the trees if any of them would hold a little of its light through the dark season.

The great oaks considered the request carefully but declined. They were already carrying centuries of wind and weather in their branches. The pines, tall and serious, said their work was to listen to the long breath of the forest.

But the birches—who gathered in bright, whispering groves—had a different nature. They were the quick ones. They talked easily among themselves, their leaves trembling at the smallest breeze. And when the sun made its request, the birches answered as a grove.

“We will keep it,” they said.

They offered their pale bark as a place where a little sunlight could rest.

From that day forward, birch trees began carrying the memory of the sun in their skin. Even in dim forests or on gray winter days, their trunks hold a quiet brightness—as if the light of many seasons is still waiting there.

That is why birches rarely stand alone.

They prefer company, growing in lively groves where their pale trunks catch the light together, reflecting it back and forth among themselves like old friends sharing a secret.

The Hidden World says they still remember the promise they made.

Each day they gather the sunlight that touches them.

And when evening comes and the forest begins to darken, the birches release a little of that brightness back into the woods—just enough to keep the memory of the sun alive until morning returns.

03/29/2026

I saw this and found it so inspiring so I couldn't resist sharing it with you all
Have a lovely weekend everyone!
Sally Chaffer