How I weave Reiki symbols into Soul Portraits

11/7/2013

Much Love,
Jules xxxx

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8 Comments

Heather link

12/7/2013 08:58:44 am

This was so intersting and I loved learning more about it and how you go about it in your amazing process. Love your work xo

Julia

12/7/2013 09:29:33 am

Heather thank you so much for stopping by to say that - really means alot to me. Have a lovely weekend x

Adriane

12/7/2013 09:22:06 am

How wonderful to see & hear you! :) I loved hearing about all of the energy that goes into your soul portraits! xoxo

Julia

12/7/2013 09:30:53 am

Thank you so much Adriane- trying to demystify it a bit and open it up so that you can see what happens and how it can really heal the way you see yourself :) Have a great weekend x

Tom McFerran

12/7/2013 11:03:07 am

Elsewhere you mention Audrey Hepburn, she was one of my wife Pauline's favourites . . . thinking of Pauline. BLUE RAILINGS

Why did I feel that way,
why did my heart ache whenever I saw her
just walking or sitting somewhere
and looking so beautiful.
I saw her once, one lifetime long ago
leaning on some blue painted railings
gazing across a river
as I walked by, and I stared at her when she wasn’t looking,
then when she turned and looked at me, when our eyes met,
why did this happen, my eyes filled with tears
and I lowered my gaze
and I melted at her feet in the dust.

I knew that she wasn’t a center-fold
like in those glossy women’s magazines,
no ravishing beauty, but there was something about her
that came through,
she was one of the few that men marry and stay with
year after year after year, in love.

She was fifteen, a slip of a girl
and I eighteen just gone,
I always thought that her skin shone
like moonlight on a lake,
for goodness sake
she was just a factory girl, but her eyes,
I dreamed about her eyes,
and her hair
smooth as silk-worms spin,
and black, black as ebon ink,
and she could dance, O how she could dance
and move her lithe body
which was made for bosanova.

How many years, how many lifetimes had I known her
and once again I met her here in this life
leaning on some blue railings
looking out across a river,
maybe this time we’ll be together,
forever.

Julia

8/8/2013 01:56:54 am

Tom this is a beautiful poem and I'm honoured that you wrote it here. I love it. Thank you

Patrick Ray link

23/5/2014 04:14:06 am

Very nice work with Reiki Symbols :)

Julia

23/5/2014 04:16:28 am

Patrick, thank you so much for stopping by and saying so, really appreciate it. Julia :)