Too Beautiful for Earth

It took three people to prevent her from collapsing and countless family members pressing in as they slowly moved down the aisle towards the casket. Once there, her knees buckled and her sobbing intensified as she cried “No, no, my baby…” She leaned in as if to pick him up from his crib, but all in attendance knew that was no longer an option.

He did not even fill the baby coffin. He wore a white satin suit, probably his Christening outfit, and a small knit hat to keep him warm. His legs were stiff, sticking straight out. My fleeting thought was that a doll had been substituted. He looked so sweet, but lifeless. Dead. A baseball jersey was draped over the side. I wondered if that was his father’s number. He was a junior after all.

The preacher’s gentle, but commanding voice told us to remain standing in support of the family while they grieved. We all heeded her words. Black, white, Christian, Jewish, atheist, the greatest baseball player on the team, the benchwarmer, pro-ball players, amateurs, co-workers, mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, friends, acquaintances and everything in between, it did not matter. The grief in the room cut deep. The tears flowed.

One of the five preachers stood with the mother to rub her back and whisper words of prayer. A volunteer nurse, in a full white nurse’s uniform complete with cap and sensible shoes, wiped her tears away. Another solicitous volunteer provided ice water and boxes upon boxes of tissues.

I admired greatly the family’s ability to let go and allow the church to take care of them. The stoic Irish Catholic in me would have been mortified by the attention despite the circumstances. The baby’s mother put her head back at one point and welcomed the people consoling her. She gave herself permission to fall apart in public and to me that was absolute strength beyond measure.

Even sitting down, the father was as tall as the nurse standing before him. He too allowed her to wipe his tears, but she did so with a washcloth. Tissues were not enough. He had long dreamed of having a son after his two little girls. His wish came true only to have it ripped away from his calloused hands in 3½ short months. Never one to show emotion, his tears were a clichéd, heady mix of lost dreams, dashed hopes and heartbreaking grief. Everyone knew it. He had lost his only son.

“Like God and Jesus,” proclaimed the preacher while the organist kept up with the pace and volume of her sermon. Such statements elicited amens from the crowd. She spoke of love, heaven and not knowing God’s plan. Music was ever present and boisterous. One particular refrain with the words “happy and free” included standing and clapping and waving hands in the air. Again, I was in awe. The music was uplifting. Uplifting? Wait a second. Are we supposed to actually enjoy the singing during this time of great sadness? I looked over at the baby’s mother. She was gently swaying her head with eyes closed. The songs would come to an end, but their power lingered just a bit.

The whole service was an emotional rollercoaster leaving us completely drained by the time it was over. I am not part of the family or even the inner circle. I am a mom of a player on the team; the baby’s father is my son’s coach. It’s been a week now, but when I think of that day, it still catches in my throat. I felt compelled to write about it; I don’t know why.

During the quiet visiting hour while waiting for the family to arrive, I was mad at myself for crying. I could not understand why my eyes kept filling with tears while everyone else seemed to be sitting quietly. At one point, my son nudged me and told me to Reiki myself. I even thought of waiting in the car until it was over. Instead, I breathed deeply hoping not to draw attention to myself. It took a while to calm down and the stillness caused this concept to surface: we are all one. Even if we are not physically related, we are still energetically connected. That is why the pain of another human being can affect us so deeply.

I would never wish this pain on any one, but because of that day I understood what it meant to be human at the most raw, most vulnerable level. In the mother, I witnessed strength in vulnerability. In the father, I saw love and loss behind the steel exterior. In the audience, I felt connection. It was devastating, humbling, and yes, even uplifting.

We never really know people’s stories or understand their soul lessons here on earth, but in moments when absolutely everything is lost, we can find compassion and, dare I say, love in one another. ❤️


From the baby’s funeral program: “An angel opened the book of life and wrote down my baby’s birth, then whispered as she closed the book…’too beautiful for earth’.”


Please say prayers for the family and send them love.


Reiki for Parents

Reiki is a great tool to have in your parenting toolbox. It’s a way to help your child without medicine, needles or doctor visits. I have used it to calm my son’s nerves before a baseball game, for relief when my son broke his arm, to help my kids fall asleep, for those middle of the night sickness bouts, when my kids have fevers, and for general anxiety/stress relief. (I do not use it alone because it’s not a replacement for medical care, but it is a way for me to actively help my children’s healing).

I am not saying it’s THE magic bullet. Is there such a thing in parenting? 😉 It really is a tool that enables you to be present with your children in a way that feels helpful, loving and empowering.

When I first started out in Reiki, I was only learning so I could help my sons. I quickly learned that Reiki was really more for me.

Let me back up and say we are all made of energy. We are not just a physical body. In simple terms, if you go to a wake and look at the person who is deceased, you know it’s them by their looks, but something is missing. The missing piece is their life force energy. Everything is energy and this is what you learn in class. I know it sounds kind of “woo-woo”, but I cannot stress this enough.

From an energy viewpoint, when we constantly focus on what is “wrong” with our children, we will find more problems. When my son was first diagnosed with PDD-NOS (autism spectrum), I reached out to special needs support groups, but they never worked for me personally. I always left the meetings feeling drained and more emotional than ever. In my GROW group for special needs moms, we hope to be able to take a step back and focus on ourselves so that we can really see the divine perfection in us and in each of our children.

Parents of special needs children are often stretched to the max. They are visiting doctors, taking kids to various therapies and preparing special meals. They are advocating for their children in school with teachers, therapists and IEP teams. They are seeking specialists, researching the latest treatments and figuring out ways to pay for it all. They have their own feelings of fear, anger and guilt which they may not have time to process. There is limited time for the caretakers to take care of themselves. Going for a mani-pedi (which I love!) is not the kind of “self care” that I am promoting.

When a parent can take a break and take some quiet time for soul growth/inner reflection, then there is a positive energy that can flow from the parent and ultimately to the child.

I am NOT perfect and I am not proud of the many times I have lost it with my kids. However, learning about energy, law of attraction, soul contracts, Reiki, etc. has really been so helpful in shifting my thought process.  It’s little daily things that we can do to stay on track so we can respond to situations that come our way instead of reacting impulsively. Instead of being down and saying “why me?”, I now say “bring it on!”.

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For the Highest Good

Before every Reiki session, I connect with my guides and angels and pray that the healing be “for the highest good”.  I love that phrase “for the highest good”.  I had never really understood it before I learned Reiki.

When you ask that things be for the highest good, it allows you to let go of any outcome.   When you know that God/Universe/Spirit has got your back, you are not as disappointed if the result is not what you wanted or expected.

Let me give you an example.  Both my sons play travel baseball and, if you know anything about youth baseball, you know how political and competitive it can be.  Instead of worrying and wringing my hands, I just pray that whatever happens in the game is for the highest good.  If my son is pitching and really not doing well, I pray that the coach will take him out (LOL!) and that his poor performance be for the highest good for all involved.  Maybe there’s something he needs to learn from this situation for his soul growth or maybe the batter needed that hit more than my son needed the strike.  When the score is super close and everyone is on the edge of their seat for a championship game, I pray that the winner of the game be for the highest good.  If the other team wins,  I figure that team needed the win more than we did.

Don’t get me wrong.  I’m pretty competitive when it comes to games and sports.  But when you think about “for the highest good”, it takes the edge off.  It’s disappointing to lose and then drive home with your crying kid in the car.  It’s difficult to explain that life is not all about winning.  However, as an adult, I’m really taking “for the highest good” seriously and looking at my life in a whole new light.

From a Reiki perspective, “for the highest good” means that the particular issue for which you sought Reiki, may not be resolved exactly the way you wanted. For example, if you come to me because of strange stomach issues, the Reiki may decide to help heal your unresolved anger deep inside your heart.  Coincidentally, you may find that your stomach pain goes away.

Reiki is intelligent.  It goes where it is most needed.  That is why I do not really need to know what is going on with a client when they come to see me.   I know that the Reiki will work “for the highest good” no matter what the client tells me.

As an aside, please do know that God/Universe/Spirit really does have you covered.  You are deserving of all that is good and the Universe will conspire to make it happen for you if it is part of your soul growth.

The next time you come in for a Reiki appointment, know that your healing will be “for the highest good” because of the greater life plan and soul lessons God/Universe has in store for you.  ❤

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A Personal Angel Story

Three weeks ago, on a beautiful summer evening, my 12 year old son went to play capture-the-flag with all the neighborhood boys.  No sooner had they started the game, my son ran full speed and tripped over a small wall along the driveway.  The boys’ faces when they came to tell me confirmed that the injury was more than just a scrape.

As I arrived on the scene, I could see my son’s bloody face and he was writhing in pain.  My neighbor had already called 911 and was steadily holding my son’s arm with an ice pack — more likely to protect him from seeing his broken bone and puncture wound than to prevent swelling.  When he pulled back the ice pack to show me where the bone had pierced through the skin, I thought I would be sick to my stomach.

I knew immediately that I should be sending Reiki to my son.  I knew that this is what Reiki was all about — no special equipment, no special medical training needed! I could calm him down and medical personnel could do their thing.  Perfect!


On the exterior I was determined to remain calm so that my son could not see my fear.  I instinctively kept touching him to comfort him.  On the inside, my mind was racing and frantic.  The police and EMTs were asking me questions.  Neighbors were offering help.  Some of the boys who saw what happened were crying.  My son was crying, screaming, squirming and asking questions I couldn’t bear to answer.   It was all just too much.

When they opened the ambulance doors to lift my son inside, I tried to fill the ambulance with Reiki by drawing the symbols in my mind.  But, I was simply not calm or centered.  Frustrated, I thought things would be better inside the ambulance with the doors closed and with fewer people watching. However, my son was still in excruciating pain and I was unable to bring my thoughts to Reiki.  Feeling desperate and afraid, with my hands holding on my son’s “good” arm, I lowered my head and begged – BEGGED – ArchAngel Raphael to please come and send his healing.  I couldn’t do it.  I needed extreme help.

After a moment, I looked up and saw 111 on the monitor for my son’s heart rate and blood pressure.  111 is a fantastic angel number!  I knew right then that things would be okay.  Seeing that number at that exact moment brought me the tiny bit of hope that I needed.

Has everything been perfect and blissful since my 111 sighting? Certainly not!  I knew, and still know, that we have a tough road ahead.  The bumps along the way are here for a reason and I have to believe there is a greater learning experience I just don’t understand at the moment.  I still get signs and numbers from above and they have definitely kept me going.

So what are the “take aways” for you from this story?

1) Always ask the angels for help.  Be open to the signs  — repeated numbers, coins, feathers, coincidences that seem too good to be true, or special song lyrics.

2) Reiki works.   I know it does, but I was too attached to the outcome in this case (hello ego!).  When my son was in surgery, I was able to email my Reiki friends and ask for their help and healing.  I had to let go of my “I should do Reiki!” and let others take over.

3) ArchAngel Raphael is the angel of healing.  His color is green.  If you want to send prayers and healing to someone, imagine them basking in green light and ask ArchAngel Raphael for help.

Thanks for listening to my story.  ❤

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Depression and Life-Force-Energy

From a life-force-energy point of view, I find this article fascinating. People describe a heavy feeling as if they are climbing Mt Everest. Guilt, anger, jealousy, anxiety, sadness are all low vibrating energies. People with depression literally have low life force energy and they feel it physically.   Traditional treatments for depression can help, but I would also add Reiki or some form of energy or spiritual healing to the mix so that mental, physical AND spiritual symptoms can be addressed and balanced.

Huffington Post: What Depression Feels Like


Stress–>Despression–>Reiki–>New World View

A fantastic story about what it feels like to go for your first Reiki treatment…and subsequently how learning Reiki can change your views on life itself.   How Julie, the woman described in the story, started taking Reiki classes and made small changes in her life is similar to my own personal experience with Reiki classes and spiritual growth.  Enjoy!