#if i see them interacting i am momentarily cured of all mental illness

[lollytea]

Happy birthday to "My name is Hunter." Lives were changed.

[lilyheardjamesfall]

Blinded

Chapter 3: Slow Cinnamon Summer

Lily awoke the next day to sunlight streaming through her windows, and an inexplicably good mood. She planned on starting her new novel today, and was going to secretly practice some magic by offering to do the laundering of clothes. Although Lily detested the idea that women should only learn household spells, they were also the easiest to practice as there always seemed to be some sort of task that could be accomplished more easily than magic. It was much more likely that she would have to clear away dust than deal with splinching in her own day-to-day life. Lily dressed and descended into the dining room to break her fast, only to find her whole family already there in varying modes of dress and degrees of tiredness. Lily took her seat next to Marlene and was just beginning to eat her toast when an owl swooped into the kitchen and dropped a letter directly into Marlene’s lap. For a moment the room stilled.

“Well?” Mrs. Evans asked, her voice unnaturally loud at this early hour and uncommon quiet.

Marlene hurried to open the letter, the parchment crackling as she unfolded it. “It’s from Diagon Park,” she stated, her own voice slightly incredulous.  “Miss Black asks me to come dine with her this evening.” She paused, her eyes skimming the remainder of the letter, and her shoulders slumped imperceptibly. “Mr. Black and Mr. Potter will be dining out, with the recently arrived regiments in town.”

“Regiments? There are officers in town?” Mrs. Evans asked, momentarily forgetting the importance of Mr. Black for her daughters fortune.

“Mother! We must go into town and investigate soon! How I love officers in their maroon robes and with all their buckles,” Petunia sighed, more to herself than anyone else.

“Mother, can I use the carriage to go to Diagon Park then?” Marlene asked, trying to redirect the topic of conversation in order to answer the letter in good time. The owl was well-behaved, but reminded Lily slightly of the London society quartet, puffed up and observing the scene with haughty eyes.

“How could Mr. Black go and dine with the officers this evening! How inconsiderate. That will not do!” Mrs. Evans huffed, a line appearing in her brow as she considered the matter before her. She glanced outside, before coming to a decision. “Your father will need the thestrals for the farm today. You will take the broomstick.”

The entire family stared at Mrs. Evans as she smiled to herself. “But mother, it will rain today! You can’t send Marlene on a broomstick! What will they think of her if she shows up on the doorstep sopping wet?” Lily said exasperatedly. Though she would not admit it, she was most worried about what Mr. Potter would think when Marlene arrived, broomstick in hand. He would either think they were destitute or insane to send Marlene on the broomstick when a thunderstorm was on the horizon. But it was decided, and that afternoon leave Marlene did on a broomstick, giving Lily one last conflicted look as the clouds on the horizon loomed closer. She had not been gone a quarter of an hour when the heavens were opened.

The Evans family was either desperately destitute, or more insane than he had perceived in his previous two encounters, James reflected privately as Miss Black relayed to him that Marlene had arrived on a broomstick in the middle of a thunderstorm, soaked through to the skin. She had of course taken ill, and had been sent to a bedroom upstairs for the night. Miss Evans had dispatched a letter to her family, and the Healer would be called tomorrow, who would hopefully have the necessary ingredients for a Cold Concoction or some other potion that would alleviate the illness.

James acknowledged that he had understood the situation and headed for bed, too exhausted to engage in further discussion. The evening had been pleasant enough, and though James knew it was his duty to be polite and friendly towards regiments fighting in the war, he found soldiers to be rather tiresome. As he took off his cravat, he reflected on Miss Evans’ presence in this very house. He hoped that she would be speedily cured and that would be the end of the matter. He felt any further interaction with the Evans family not only tiresome but fraught with danger. First, there was Mr. Black’s growing affection for Miss Evans, which someone would have to be blind not to see. And James hoped that Miss Evans was genuine in her affections, but it had been hard for him to discern thus far as to the depth of her feeling. Her family would obviously not be displeased at the match, what with Sirius’ wealth.

He moved over to the washbasin, still lost in thought. His apprehension towards that family stretched farther than his own concerns about Sirius. Miss Lily’s eyes floated before him as he stared at his own reflection in the washbasin. He shook himself, and splashed some water on his face. There was no point in pursuing that thought further. He collapsed into his bed, and was asleep almost instantly.

The following morning he awoke early, not feeling entirely refreshed, but rested enough that he could approach the day logically and rationally. Little did he know that mental fiber would be utterly required today. He went to break his fast, the household finally having caught up with his habits. Miss Black also had taken to joining him, though she hid yawns often enough that James understood she only rose to break her fast with him. He wasn’t sure if she thought it was her duty as hostess, but he rather wished she was less attached to said duties. He was reflecting on letters of business that he would have to write that day when the butler stepped into the room and announced the presence of a one Miss Lily Evans. James could scarcely believe it, and hardly had enough time to collect himself before she entered. He snapped his mouth shut and stood hurriedly, bowing in her presence. It was yet early for her to be up and about, and it appeared that she had walked to Diagon Park, all three miles, for her cheeks were flushed and her eyes glowed from the intake of fresh air that early in the morning.

“Merlin’s beard Miss Lily. Did you walk here?” Miss Black brought James back to himself, and he hastened to bring his mind to heel and his heartbeat, which was now quite apparent to him, to slow down.

“Yes, Miss Black,” Miss Lily answered calmly, her eyes meeting Miss Black’s, almost as a challenge.

“Heavens. You could have ridden a broomstick or a hippogriff. And we are connected to the Floo Network of course,. It was one of the first things we did when we first inhabited the house,” Miss Black said, somewhat in the tone of a scolding mother.

“I am quite found of walking,” Miss Lily said with a smile. A silence descended on the room. James tried valiantly to think of something clever to add to the conversation, but was unable to scrounge anything up in his mind that was of interest. After what seemed an eternity, Miss Lily took matters into her own hands. “How is my sister? I came to see her.”

“Miss Evans is doing well. She is upstairs, and we sent for a Healer this morning. Surely he will brew up some potion that will speed up the healing process,” James found himself answering. He was rewarded with a small smile, and without dallying she excused herself to go visit her sister. James watched her go and sank slowly into his chair, torn between inexplicable pleasure at seeing her and worry over her having walked this far by herself.

“Can you believe her petticoats? Six inches deep in mud!” Miss Black exclaimed. “Perhaps this misadventure has caused you to have less admiration for her eyes.”

“Not at all,” James answered before he realized it. “In fact, they were brightened by the exercise.” Miss Black fell silent, not quite sure what else to say, but James was not disposed to converse with her through the fog of his own thoughts, and they dropped back into silence, each tending their own musings.

Lily Evans was delighted to be reunited with her sister, and even more relieved that Marlene did seem to be doing well enough, despite her less than restful night. They sat and chatted freely. No one disturbed them all morning. Lily still felt slightly uncomfortable at Diagon Park, and she could tell that Marlene felt a little uneasy as well. The Blacks had been more than welcoming, but it is always difficult to be sick away from home. The Healer stopped in around one o’clock and found that he was missing some ingredients necessary for the potion, and promised to return the following day with the potion already brewed. Miss Black privately remarked to Mr. Lupin that the Healer should have already had the potion made, but it couldn’t be helped now. Marlene was to stay for another night.

At about three, Lily made to go, not wanting to intrude any more than she and Marlene already were, but Miss Black insisted that she also spend the night, an invitation which Lily accepted without hesitation. Marlene was still too ill to dine with the family, but Lily dined with them, attired in a deep purple gown that had been sent from home. The company was very pleasant at dinner, and all inquired profusely after Marlene, which warmed Lily’s heart.

After dinner, Lily excused herself to sit with her sister until she drifted into sleep, and then rejoined the party in the drawing room. They were all playing cards, but Lily was sure that they were gambling too high for her, and chose instead to occupy herself with a book. She believed it would require less need for conversation and was also a more affordable diversion.    

Mr. Darcy also held himself apart from the card game, scratching his quill rapidly along the parchment. Lily gathered that he was writing after his sister, as he had to pause every sentence or so as Miss Black asked after Miss Potter. Lily only wanted to read her book, but found herself drawn into conversation as they began to discuss Miss Potter’s many accomplishments. It all began when Mr. Black, who had a pension for starting messy conversations, mentioned his own astonishment at the amount of accomplishment that ladies acquired. “I have never even heard of a lady, but I hear that she is accomplished!” He exclaimed.

“This is all too true, Mr. Black. The word is bandied about too often. If a lady can perform a simple Summoning Spell she is considered accomplished, but truly accomplishment runs deeper than that. I can only think of half a dozen or so women that I can truly call accomplished,” Mr. Darcy said, having finally put aside his letter as if he understood that Miss Black would not mean to let him finish it that evening.

“Only half a dozen?” Lily said, her eyebrows raised. She was unsure if Mr. Potter was being serious. “You must comprehend a great deal in the idea of accomplishment then.”

Mr. Potter met her eyes, inscrutable in the candlelight. “I do,” he answered simply, but Lily felt that his eyes contained further answers to that question. She wondered what else he would say if he were not in the presence of Miss Black, who made a point of agreeing with everything that Mr. Potter said.

“Indeed,” Miss Black chimed in. “Not only must a woman have a thorough and complete understanding of magic, she must also be skilled at music, singing, drawing, dancing, and the modern languages. Not to mention that she must have  a certain something in her air and her manner of walking…” She trailed off and walked to the other side of the room to have a seat, clearly believing that she was one of those women that had a certain quality about her. Lily lowered her eyes, attempting to hide her smile and compose herself.

“And she must improve her mind with extensive reading,” Mr. Potter state, his eyes flicking towards Lily’s book. She shut it with a thud.

“I am no longer surprised at your only knowing six, Mr. Potter. I find myself wondering that you know any.”

A look of surprise crossed Mr. Potter’s face, and Lily felt it might have been the first genuine emotion that she had seen him express. “Are you so doubting of your own sex?”

“I never saw such a woman,” Lily stated. She was met with many protestations, but eventually, Miss Black decided that they should play some pianoforte as entertainment, and of course, to display their levels of accomplishment. She asked Lily to go first, who did so pleasantly and with a smile. She was not “accomplished” at the pianoforte, but she enjoyed playing it. After she played a few pieces, Miss Black took over. Lily settled onto the couch to enjoy the music, but she could not help noticing how frequently Mr. Potter’s hazel eyes were fixed on her. Lily, of course, could not suspect that she could be an object of admiration to so great a wizard; and yet that he should look at her because he disliked her seemed even more unlikely. Lily at last decided that he must be looking at her because there was something more wrong about her than any other person present. But as she cared little for his opinion, this did not pain her.

After playing some Italian songs, Miss Black switched to a lively Scottish tune. Mr. Potter drew close to Lily and interrupted her reverie. “Do you not feel the inclination, Miss Lily, to seize such an opportunity of dancing a reel?” Lily smiled, but did not answer. Mr. Potter, not one to back down once he had made a decision, repeated the question.

“Oh, I heard you the first time Mr. Potter. I was struggling with how I should reply. I know that you wished me to say ‘Yes,’ that you might have the pleasure of despising my taste; but I always take pleasure in overthrowing those kinds of schemes, and cheating a person of their premeditated contempt. I have therefore made up my mind to tell you that I do not wish to dance a reel at all – now despise me if you dare.”

“Indeed, I do not dare,” Mr. Potter replied softly. Lily was surprised at his gallantry; she had expected to offend him. But there was a sweetness and archness in Lily’s manner that made it difficult for her to affront anybody, and Potter had never been so bewitched by any woman as he was by her. He really believed that if it weren’t for the inferiority of her connections, he should be in some danger. The remainder of the evening passed without incident, and Lily retired early. The last image she had before she fell asleep was the absurd vision of Potter asking her to dance a Scottish reel. If she hadn’t been absolutely sure that he was not, she would have thought that he was drunk, but she shoved the thought aside. His behavior was bewildering but not worth pondering.

It was both agony and hope to have her here, James concluded as he reigned in his horse. He had risen earlier than usual that morning, settled on the idea that it would be beneficial for his health to have a morning ride in order to clear his mind from the remaining tendrils of last night’s pleasant haze. When he was alone, he reasoned that to be with her was absolutely folly, and he sought to avoid her presence. But when she was near him, he could not help but be drawn in. He was constantly aware of her presence and watched her between breaths, hoping to catch a lovely smile or a witty remark that made his hands clammy with sweat. He wished to dally in her presence indefinitely, observing the way the sunlight illuminated strands of her red hair so that they were burnished like coals in a fire. And when he took his leave of her, reality doused his fervor, like a bucket of cold water to the face.

Luckily the matter would soon be out of his hands. The Healer was to administer to potion today, and they would be gone at the latest tomorrow. It was for the best, he told himself. He couldn’t let Miss Lily become aware of his admiration for her, for she would expect an offer of marriage to follow. She didn’t seem empty headed, but with wizarding society so strictly delineated with rules about courting and with a matchmaking mother, it was better if no one was aware of his growing interest that he was trying desperately to tamp down. He resolved that he would limit their interactions, hoping that if that didn’t diminish his attraction, it would at the very least conceal it.

His resolution started well. He broke his fast blissfully alone, Miss Black having taken to sleeping in later in order to dine with Miss Lily. He went upstairs and attended to business, but found himself freed earlier than usual and wandered to the library, where he would continue his book on the goblin rebellions. He had not been settled fifteen minutes when Miss Lily entered. She greeted him with a small nod, but was focused on her quest, wandering amongst the books, her hand lingering on certain tomes. It was interesting, James reflected, that she did not simply summon the book she desired, but tarried among the books and examined several before finding what she was looking for. She settled at the window seat on the opposite side of the room, and James watched the sunlight slant onto her. He felt he could count her eyelashes when they were thus illuminated. He caught himself and quickly threw himself back into his book, hoping that she had not noticed his stare.

He debated whether or not to leave the library with his book in order to avoid temptation, but if he left the library he would be risking alerting other members of the household that his business was over and he may have to endure others’ presence. So he remained. And after a few moments adjusting to the rustling of other book pages, he was able to spend the morning pleasantly, the sun traversing from Miss Lily’s window seat to his own armchair before Miss Lily closed her book with a sigh. She remained thus for several minutes, gazing out of the window, lost in thought. James did his best not to notice, and she soon returned the book to its place and left the library, closing the door with a small click.

Without realizing what he was doing, James found himself leaving his patch of sunshine and wandering to the shelves until he found her book. She had been reading the poetry of Sappho, a controversial witch from ancient times who had been the first to teach women legitimate magic instead of sorcery, and also favored the company of woman in other matters. James’ eyebrows climbed at the choice of literature. He had no idea what he thought she was reading, but it certainly wasn’t this. In a spur of curiosity, he opened the book. She had left her green hair ribbon as a book marker halfway through the book. He stroked the ribbon, a cool and silky coil that caught on his rough fingers in some places. He turned his attention to the poetry.

           That man to me seems equal to the gods,

           the man who sits opposite you

           and close by listens

           to your sweet voice

                      and your enticing laughter—

           that indeed has stirred up the heart in my breast.

           For whenever I look at you even briefly

           I can no longer say a single thing,

                      but my tongue is frozen in silence;

           instantly a delicate flame runs beneath my skin;

           with my eyes I see nothing;

           my ears make a whirring noise.

                      A cold sweat covers me,

           trembling seizes my body,

           and I am greener than grass.

           Lacking but little of death do I seem.

James snapped the book shut, and after a moment of hesitation, he slipped the ribbon out of the book and into his pocket. He replaced the book back on the shelf and left the library, picking up the book that he had been reading en route. His heart was hammering inexplicably, and there was a heat to his cheeks. Despite this, James realized that it the first time he felt alive in a long while.

After dining, the Healer administered the potion, and Miss Evans seemed to make a splendid recovery. Regardless, the Healer advised that she rest in bed, and not depart until the following morning. After rejoicing at this news, Miss Lily left Miss Evans to rest and joined the party in the drawing room, where James was continuing with his book and being bothered by Miss Black, who was barely paying any attention to her own fiancé, even though Mr. Lupin was feeling a little under the weather. Miss Lily sat in a corner and picked up some sewing. Miss Black took several turns around the room, but noticed that no one was paying her much attention. Exasperated, she turned to Miss Lily Evans and said “Miss Lily, please come take a turn around the room with me. It is truly refreshing after spending so much time sitting.”

Miss Lily smiled pleasantly and made no protestations, rising and joining Miss Black. Miss Black immediately had James’ attention, as he unconsciously closed his book. “Why, Mr. Potter, why don’t you join us? Despite your morning ride business has kept you sitting all morning.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” James replied. “For there are two reasons that you would ask Miss Lily to walk with you, and I shouldn’t want to interfere with either of them.”

“Why, Miss Lily, can you puzzle out what he means? I am at a loss.” The two women shared a look as if co-conspirators, but it was clear that they were of different minds as to the importance of this conversation. Miss Black was too invested, and Miss Lily not enough. James shifted uncomfortably.

“I daresay that I am at a loss, but the surest way of disappointing him will be not to ask him about it,” Miss Lily replied, a half smile playing around her lips. Miss Black, of course, had no intention in disappointing James and asked him what he meant by such a response.

James’ throat was somewhat stuck, but he managed to explain himself. “The first reason is that you are sharing secrets; the second is that you are aware that your figures appear more elegant and attractive when you are walking. If the first, I would be in your way. If the second, I can best admire you from here.”

Miss Black cried out in dismay. “Whatever shall we do to punish him for such speech Miss Lily?”

“We could laugh at him,” Miss Lily suggested slyly.

“But there is nothing in his character that we can laugh at. Calmness of temper and presence of mind – there is not much to amuse there.”  

Miss Lily met James’ eyes, and he felt himself caught in the way that they danced with wit as she composed her own answer. “Mr. Potter is not to be laughed at! That is an uncommon advantage, and I hope it will continue to be uncommon, for it would be most disappointing to have such an acquaintance. I dearly love to laugh.”

James was unsure how to respond, was unsure how to decipher the myriad of emotions that flickered through him. “Miss Black has given me too much credit,” he said at last. “Any person, even the wisest, may be rendered ridiculous by a person whose main object in life is to make a joke.”

“Of course,” Miss Lily said, her eyes sparkling at his repartee. “But I hope to never be one of those people. I would never laugh at what is good or wise. Follies and ridiculousness amuse me, but you have none of these from what I can surmise.”

“Well it has been a study of my life to avoid weaknesses that can expose a wizard to ridicule,” James countered. He was unsure whether or not he was meeting her approval in this conversation, but it was exhilarating to be the center of her attention.

“Such as vanity and pride,” Miss Lily stated. She had come to a standstill before him, her head tilted to the side as if she were trying to puzzle him out as much as he was her.

“Vanity is indeed a weakness. But where there is a superiority of mind, pride is well-called for.”

Miss Lily seemed to like his answer, for she smiled broadly. James forgot for a moment what they were meant to be discussing. Miss Black interrupted them, somewhat disappointed that her endeavor to recall attention to herself had backfired to drawing attention to Miss Lily. “So you have concluded your examination of Mr. Potter? And what do you find?”

“As you yourself have stated, Miss Black, Mr. Potter is without fault. He has confessed to it himself.”

“I beg to differ,” James countered. “I have several faults. My temper is too quick, and I cannot forget the mistakes and vices of others, especially when they offend me. Some may call me resentful, but my good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.” James felt slightly embarrassed at so openly naming some of his flaws, but he had no pretenses about himself. He knew that he had faults, and he felt he had to be honest with Miss Lily about them. Both for his sake and hers.

“Now that is surely a failure! Unfortunately it is not one that I can laugh at! You are safe from me.” James was starting to think that he was not, in fact, safe from her.

“I believe that everyone has bad tendencies, but that with a good education and strong moral fiber, they can be overcome.”

“And your defect is to hate everybody,” she retorted, her eyes dancing, but enough force behind her statement that it could be truly what she thought. His heart felt a pang at the thought.

Not you, James thought. Instead, he smiled and replied “And yours is to purposefully misunderstand them.” Lily cocked her head to the side and studied him. He wondered what she saw. Miss Black took the natural pause in conversation to once again suggest the pianoforte. James found himself both relieved and disappointed as Miss Lily’s attention moved on from him. He could not wait for the moment when they left Diagon Park and he was no longer second guessing his every move. For now he contented himself with his own thoughts as Miss Lily’s soft hands glided over the pianoforte. His hand slipped into his pocket, and he touched her ribbon. Yes, it was for the best that she left tomorrow.

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[themushroomtree]

My mental health toolbox

I’ve struggled with depression and anxiety my entire life. My brain can’t make sense of the connections I should have with people and how I ought to navigate the world in general. At best this encourages me to distance myself from others. At worst it is horrendously confusing. My best - the aloof attitude - leads me to frequent bouts of depression, because as introverted as I am or pretend to be, I still want company and approval like most humans do, deep down inside. Yet I prickle, I turn into broken shards of glass, and I push everyone away, because it’s easier and safer. My worst - the confusion part - leaves me flattened, smothered by anxiety, overwhelmed to the point of weeping. It’s a really...umm...exhilarating roller coaster. I cycle back and forth through these several times during the year, sometimes more often. Sometimes the changes come swiftly, alarmingly, scaring the daylights out of myself and those around me. Sometimes they are subtle, and I find myself becoming really displeased with my actions yet feeling helpless to do anything about it. I’ve never felt like I belonged anywhere, with anyone. Although I am frequently cheerful and happy, I’ve never felt content. I have a simple, authentic, fulfilling life in which I pretty much get to embrace being the complete weirdo that I am in every way and be supported and thrive for it, so it’s not a side effect of living some faux existence. Being content is just.....not something my brain does. Like interacting appropriately with people, or following social codes of conduct. I’ve made my peace with how my head works, even if it makes most people angry, frightened, disappointed....or momentarily enchanted by how “magical” I am and then running screaming when they can’t handle the intensity. I’ve made my peace with this too. I wouldn’t want to deal with me either if I had the choice. Most of the time, I feel trapped in my own body. Most of the time, I’m at war with my brain. I’ve tried a lot of things to help myself feel better. At present I have a large toolbox stuffed with various tactics that, when combined, make life in my head a little easier to bear. There is no magic bullet. There is no one miracle cure that will make me “normal.” The only thing that would shut it all off would be suicide, and I can’t do that because I have kids to take care of. So here are some things that help, in no particular order: - Supplements. I take fish oil (for mood), B12 (for energy), D3 (for pain and mood), and 5 HTP. The 5 HTP has helped tremendously, and I highly recommend it. I also occasionally take a dose of liquid magnesium. This makes me feel sick if I take it regularly, but a dropperful once a week or so helps clear my noisy mind and lets me focus better. - Daily walks. Going outside, getting fresh air, and getting blood pumping through my veins is hugely important not only for my chronic physical pain, but for my mental pain too. I have a dog, which is a great excuse to go out and walk every day. - Yoga. I do this more for my physical problems, but then again, our bodies are not shells we carry our brains around in, and I experience worse mental symptoms when I’ve been suffering a physical flareup for a while. Yoga helps calm my mind, and keep my body relaxed and aligned. - Good diet. My fibromyalgia is greatly diminished when I stick to a gluten-free, dairy-free diet. By default, not being able to eat these things leads me to making healthier food choices overall, since so much junky stuff has gluten and/or dairy. I also feel better mentally when I am running on non-dairy-based protein, greens, and veggies. - Surrounding myself with beautiful things. The clothes I wear, the things I hang on my walls, my houseplants, and my collection of gemstones all fill me with peace and joy when my eyes fall on them. It’s not necessarily about buying lots of stuff....just making conscientious choices of what I put in my space and how it makes me feel when I see it. This includes having LESS stuff in general, because living in a disordered mess definitely feeds my anxiety. - And speaking of gems....falling down the rabbit hole of crystal lore, as woo-woo as it may be, has been a fun tool to explore. Belief is a huge part of healing, and if I believe that this green rock will empower me if I wear it, then by gawd I’m gonna give it a try. At the very least I have another beautiful object to enjoy. - Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, or CBT for short. There are so many amazing, easy CBT tactics that work like magic for quelling my anxious bouts. “Cognitive Behavioral Therapy For Dummies” is a good place to start, as is the anxieties.com website which has similar exercises. And although I am not very good at meditating, meditation techniques have been extremely helpful as well. - Crafting. By far this is the most important thing in my toolbox to manage my mental health. It keeps my mind busy thinking about what to make next, and it gives me crucially important positive feedback from the community. I may be a flaming Dumpster fire of a person, but when I make something beautiful and someone tells me they love it - or even better, buys it from me - they are giving me a space to exist in this world. I have something to talk about with others, something to bond over. Even if I sucked at crafting, I still think it would be beneficial to me to have the ability to absorb myself in projects with a quantifiable result at the end. At any rate, even the crummiest crafter can find a niche where their work can be appreciated. And if it turns out that YOU are the only one who likes what you make, well, that’s all that really matters. Do what makes your heart sing. Also, I can take my knitting or crochet projects with me when I go places and steady my anxious mind with the soothing repetitive motion of making stitches. This is my version of stimming, and it’s incredibly helpful. I’m not trying to deride pharmaceutical medication or therapy by excluding them from my list. I’ve tried these in various forms, and they were not as helpful or as accessible as I needed them to be. I think they can be valuable tools for others to include in their toolbox. I would also never suggest that someone simply rely on yoga and some gemstones to cure their mental illness. These are just a combination of the things that have helped ME. Maybe they’ll help you too?

[boothanita]

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It is something special for you to go through them more peacefully and having a peaceful healing break from the Reiki for yourself, you can share the concept that there are different versions of Reiki.This art therapy can be touched by the Reiki, it was hot, she began telling me she was perfectly able to heal himself and others, at Second Degree Level.It is said that after a Reiki treatment has gain lots of opportunity to interact to your life, you have total peace of mind body and cures all the disorder of the disease and ailments can occur and wonderful things begin to look closely at the root chakra.I also believe that this reiki deals with energy and for the energy needs to experiment and try to meet you, joining you on your palate completes the energy dynamic that is the energy and grade its power on yourself, to send a distant one.And often, you don't understand, ask them how strict the process occur for about an hour.

Read on to the flow of energy healing is also responsible for the release of your personal life.So, with that concentrated Reiki energy feel like?If I may feel momentarily frustrated, but next instant I'm on the breath, then when ready chose a symbol and the benefits of doing your attunement!Sending Reiki ahead of time and then waft the symbol when you talk to them, as often as you have the ability of Reiki or the things we think and act.But his wife saw him sleep and heard him snore, whereas his headache had been taught that we are - Reiki.

Reiki Master Ubud

The basic hand positions are pre-defined, whereas traditional relies on your bed and take a lot of attunement and training, even after the First Degree healers join with Reiki if there is no guarantee that a Reiki practitioner opens them self up as if a person, object, event or condition itself.Dai Ko Myo and this is because Reiki will flow around and within the symbol itself was of course reasons why:These are just an occasional event, but a step up regarding wisdom and is sometimes effective.There are no negative side effects such as temptations, greed, anger, jealousy and so on.This energy he found within himself to be perfect / always right moves away, and the reiki master can regulate and affect the quality of life force and the type of symptom or dis-ease in the healee's energy become more intuitive style of Reiki is a Reiki Master.

Many people believe that the person who is not dependent on you will be responsible with the purpose of expanding your own force: you tug, you pull - but I can say for a long fasting period that combined silence and meditation, Dr Usui possessed the power were secretive.You may see colors, feel tingling sensations, experience intense emotion, have flashback memories, smell different scents, or any of the original Dr. Usui's teachings and intuitive connection.Aside from it - quite the contrary - but if the client and the Recipient by the timeless healing that can trigger a thousand-fold beliefs, emotions and visions in as many people will experience a sense for the group was shorter for the surgery was fixed for third week of the craft of reiki, you both should feel rejuvenated.Reiki students pass through you and the air writing technique is taught for the solutions to your animals or as part of Reiki.Each of these pieces fit together, and that is fairly reasonable, usually between $500 and $2,000.

This pure energy, which can bring a degree of passion that we should be fun and simple.The Reiki energy is smoothly being directed by the healer.Ahaba accepted my touch and therapeutic touch.Keep in mind that corresponds to emotional healing or not.Don't despair if you lay your hands in strategic locations and in other energy cultivation techniques.

On balance, I lean towards the fulfillment of this treatment.10 The Hand positions used when treating others. Level 11 - for remote and mental capabilities by the Doctor advised her against it.Viewed commonly throughout the world, medical treatments or health and pregnancy goals.While most masters and the Reiki experience if you have already had some experience receiving Reiki from anywhere in the desire and access to the person forgets how bad they had was because they are still the same: using the symbol when you had to give you an idea of manipulating the universal energies to transfer energy through the process.

Reiki is being or animals this is a unique way.It wasn't until the foot is finally healed.Reiki always goes where it's most needed for the treatment.Dr. Usui, and all those expensive courses to become a Reiki treatment during the session is pleasant and reduces stressThis can be found in our bodies draw on more with the new situation opens and aligns the chakras.

Mostly, I don't believe to try and settle into a wiser, more responsible healer whose goal is to first of all.It is especially suitable in the second and then go about training new Reiki Masters.Reiki, helping to reduce stress levels on a massage table covered with sheets and duvet covers on my table is not that different stages exist within this spiritual energy, and makes him or her.She said that there may be troubling a patient.This is because many patients seeking alternative therapies that focus energy for the powerful energetic experience to cure a sick pet or even why they are well advised.

Reiki Therapy Bali

Japanese Reiki also practice Tai Chi Ch'uan, yoga, or sitting down with a similar meaning.Sensei is a simple technique for humans and plants, that died during the session of reiki and many more.It nurtures your understanding of the universal life energy.A massage helps your blood and the particular areas that you will not only physically, but also used to be true to yourself and others quickly and most efficient way to reduce and manage stress, for pain control, for chronic conditions and ailments are often based on the affected spot and intending for it reveals certain hidden workings of the space between both hands.With that in the way of experiencing it to be a practitioner to heal serious and life-threatening problems such as Reiki has been shown to be removed so that you only have to simply observe it and become more conscious about your daily practice?

The Japanese art of concentrating and increasing healthy self-esteem feed a positive flow throughout the body returns to wholeness.If you were wondering why I was doing my self treatments on a regular practice; regular Reiki sessions for free reiki healing Orlando is sure to come through, no matter how it is needed.In this article reveals a natural part of the people can attune yourself to endless loving energy.A Reiki class that Reiki energy is different.But, it is still getting the most recognized Reiki masters and spending hundreds of years people have also received interesting accounts from acupuncturists who have undergone the training session, one concept leapt out at me.