06/11/2025
I once entered a ceremony in Wexford where the mind softened and the heart opened into something ancient.
In that space, a fear I rarely let myself look at rose through me .
What will happen to my son when I transition from this realm?
Who will love him?
Who will tend to him the way I do?
Who will understand his spirit the way I do?
And before the fear could take form, a red phoenix came to me.
Not as an image of imagination,
but as a knowing that did not need language.
I understood, in an instant,
that I am the red phoenix.
That I have been here before
with this child,
with this love,
with this devotion.
And that when I leave this skin suit —
I do not leave him.
I return.
I return in whatever form I am needed.
I return to collect, to guide, to hold, to love,
because love does not dissolve with death.
It transforms and continues.
This recognition returned to me again on retreat this October.
the phoenix appearing as flame in the centre of a sacred fire pit.
A reminder from Spirit:
You are eternal.
Your bond is eternal.
No part of love is ever lost.
This body is temporary.
But the soul is the everlasting breath that moves through all things.
Reiki allows me to feel this daily —
the veil thin,
the connection constant,
the remembrance ongoing.
There is a deep resonance in this work,
a slow uncurling of memory,
like something ancient waking in the bones.
I am grateful for every person who enters the yurt,
for every student who sits in circle,
for every heart that comes to remember.
Because what we are remembering
is oneness.
The eternal thread that binds us all.
We are never separate.
Not in this life.
Not in the next.
Not ever.
