She woke to a quiet household. The cats followed her down the stairs and ran to their bowls expectantly. She twitched the curtains open to windows full of fall colours. Leaves of red, orange and yellow were bouncing wildly in the tree branches against a gloomy sky of leaden grey. It has been an unsettling week. She had spent the week looking for work and following news reports about the Ebola outbreak, a shoot-out in Canada’s parliament, and strong solar flares.
She filled her cup with hot coffee and sat cross legged on the couch. She gave herself permission to pull away from the material world; to put the hunt for work on hold; to resist the pull of newspapers and social media. She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. With each inhalation, she imagined red energy from the earth filling her body. With each exhalation, she let anger, fear and anxiety drain out of her body and into the earth.
She focused on the solar flares; thought about all of the energy available from them. She allowed her body to fill with that energy – seeing it as white and luminescent – and then directed it down into the earth with prayers of healing for the earth itself. She thought of those close to her in need of healing; her mother who is lost in her own mind with dementia; her father who is experiencing Angina, her aunt, a cousin, and a close friend. For each one, she allowed her body to fill with while light, and then directed the light to them through her solar plexus. With each person, she focused her intentions; she offered the white light with love, to be received or not as each person saw fit, for healing in whatever form that took.
She turned her thoughts and prayers to the wider world. She focused on those dealing with Ebola; exhausted doctors and nurses; men, women and children sick, terrified, grief-stricken or lost in despair. With each exhalation, she sent the white light with prayers for strength and courage, hope and healing; for whatever those people need. She felt the enormity of the healing needed in these places and felt the limits of her own prayer. She thought of others that she knows around the world – Sue in the UK, Pam in the US, Alarna in Australia – and imagined a net of light connecting all of them. She found herself thinking how powerful the prayers could be if she and others around the world joined forces to pray for healing at the same time. And she was filled with hope.