reiki tender_square the master said she preferred touch. when her sandalwood hands cradled my crown, i wept. she was still and yet i felt a cord tugging from the top of my head down to my solar plexus. the fear was being given an exit point. and in the absence of alarm waves of courage rushed my consciousness. later, when she cupped my kneecaps, a whirlpool of anxiety frothed in the same chakra. the dread was unfathomable; i'm certain it was the shame of all i am. i worried it would stick after leaving the cocoon of that warm room; the master said i was releasing, to breathe, to cry, to stay with the feeling. 230328 what's it to you? who go blather from