Bagua · Healing · Intuitive Listening · Qigong · Reiki · Tai Chi

My Weebly Reiki and Intuitive Listening Website

Friends,

If you need Reiki sessions, Reiki training, or Intuitive Listening, please check out my services on Weebly! I’m still adding services, so the site is growing! In fact, now I offer lessons in Qigong and Tai Chi!

I am a Usui Reiki Master/ Teacher and a Karuna Reiki practitioner.  Reiki is a hands-on healing modality which originated in Japan. Much like acupuncture and massage, Reiki is a great complement to medical care. The universal life force energy that is channeled for healing is abundant, ancient, and omnipresent (available to everyone). It is unconditional love. Love is the best chemo!

My Reiki clients report stress reduction, relaxation, and a greater sense of wellness after each session. These sessions balance the flow of energy throughout the subtle energy system and organs, promoting healing.

You can receive Reiki in person or remotely. We are all connected, so distance healing is just as powerful as that received in person. Regardless of where Reiki is sent, I am always humbled by its gifts and miracles.

Intuitive Listening is a comforting service as I listen with compassion along with a card reading and/or Reiki treatment. These sessions have opened people up to new insights related to life issues and life purpose.

The Reiki training is thorough and provides practice and in some items I also provide tutorials. There are three levels of Reiki. Level 1 is an introduction with a focus on self-healing and treating loved ones, Level 2 is the practitioner level, and Level 3 is the Master/ Teacher level. Certificates of completion are presented after each level of training.

I was led to try a Reiki session when I had two cancer scares. The session was so profound that I felt it was a calling. Thus, I sought training.  My training and experience with Reiki has had a profound effect on me physically, mentally, spiritually, and emotionally. I even feel healthier on the cellular level.

I find that my healing from anxiety and depression has been an ongoing and steady process mainly because I have chosen to integrate the universal life force energies into my being. By allowing, relaxing, and trusting this flow of healing energy, you too can recover from illness and stress.

I’m at the point now where I feel my ancestral trauma is being released and transmuted to the light, and I am gaining clarity on my life purpose just as you can. Another effect for me was heightened psychic awareness. I think we are all psychic, but we repress those senses. Reiki helps to release stagnant energy, which can then enhance our senses. Most importantly, however, my experience with Reiki has opened my heart.

Reiki energy raises our vibrations, which in turn helps us to live in the light and ward off the dark forces that attach to us. Like attracts like, so if we intend to resonate with our higher self and spirit guides, we can repel negativity.

Healing is a process of ascension as we embrace the healing and unconditional love of the Reiki energy.

The Reiki Principles in the featured image teach that wellness involves letting go of negative emotions, such as anger and worry, and embracing kindness, gratitude, and integrity.

What a beautiful world we could have it we could heal from post traumatic stress, depression, and poor health.

What a beautiful world we could have if we could forgive ourselves and others, and learn to love ourselves and others unconditionally. Healing is a deep study of the soul. It is holy work, not a quick fix.

For these reasons, Reiki and Intuitive Listening form an excellent complement to medical care. In fact, more hospitals are implementing Reiki sessions for patients and staff.

I also teach Qigong and Tai Chi, which I have been practicing since 2006. Yang style, Chen style, and Sun Lu Tang style. I recently started studying Bagua and Xingyi.

I have had crisis resolution and hotline training with a local Rape Crisis Center, and I have been trained as a Family to Family Teacher for the National Alliance for the Mentally Ill. In the class I taught, families of the mentally ill were trained on how to cope with their loved one’s mental illness. However, I am neither a doctor nor a psychiatrist, so during sessions and classes, I do not make diagnoses or prescribe medications.

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You can order on line. Descriptions of the products are available with the items. I take the major credit cards. You can book on line.

https://www.barbaraleonhardreikimasterteacher.com

barbaraleonhardreiki@gmail.com

I am grateful to be able to grow my practice and serve others!

Love and Light!

Barbara

 

Ekphrastic Poetry · Poem · Poetry

Unless We Pray

The Coyote chases prey

its fur, matted where it lay

The Clown holds court and

the law is left to sway

as though he won’t have his day

The Trickster is King

and havoc he will bring

as we succumb to lay

much like cattle down on hay

The Jackal cackles

as the Dingo takes the babes

to slay

All Hail

All Hail

There’s nothing left to say

Unless we pray that

the Chariot comes our way.

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©Barbara Harris Leonhard@extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

Images: pixabay.com

Ekphrastic Poetry · Original Digital Art · Poem · Poetry · Writing

The Sound of Silence

Listening for silence

Is like living with tinnitus.

The ears ringing resounding notes.

Chicks chirping for food.

Roosters crowing their warnings.

The chorus of frogs mating.

Cicadas rejoicing

In their summer release

From years of birthing

In their earth womb.

Released, they scream their tunes

Playing their tymbals for mates. 

The sound of silence.

It is the eternal now of song. 

It is creation.

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©Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

Featured Digital Image: © “Silence” Martha Harris

Martha’s other image here is “I’m Listening”.

See Martha’s Artistic Flarings@artisticflarings.blog

 

My Mother · Poem · Poetry

Picking Blueberries with Mom

On hot summer Michigan days,

Mom loved picking wild blueberries.

We would be on that promised trip to the beach of Lake Superior

When suddenly our plans would change

At the sight of wild patches of blueberries

In a meadow drenched in searing sun.

We would leave the car by the dusty road and

Barrel out for her sake to scatter in the patches.

Truthfully, berry picking was not my love.

I thought we were heading one place

Only to be sidetracked by this venture.

Our trip to the lake, postponed.

Yet Mom took to the field like a young girl,

Her smock stained blue and her lips made ready

For purple kisses.

While I kept watch on the tree lines for hungry bears,

She lost herself in the foraging, requiring us to gather

What we could in our shirts.

My back ached as I did this work, and

I impatiently waited to be on our way

To seek some relief in cool lake water

Away from bees, mosquitoes and flies.

Yet Mom looked rejuvenated by her adventure.

She sang as she picked, her tunes resounding as prayers.

I didn’t realize blueberries were regenerative,

Bringing forth blessings and eternal optimism our way.

Mom was radiant as she harvested this bounty,

As though recapturing the time when

Her mother took her to her first blueberry patch,

Where she learned a way to halt time

And sing in meadows.

 

©Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

Image: pixabay.com

 

Poem · Poetry

The Craft

I am only a human seeking perfection

Weaving the yarn, anchoring my hook

Into a rhythm in each row,

Putting colors in place,

Counting the stitches,

Just like the meter in a poem.

Casting off, crocheting my lines,

Each stitch a thought, a memory

Taking me down the lines of discovery.

What am I making?

Will it turn out?

I study the creation, pleased that

Some rows acclaim symmetry and coherence to form.

So I revel in the virtuosity and clarity of hue

As though I have hooked into radiance.

But lo!

Other rows meander like a stream,

Wandering around the bed rocks.

Threads in some rows become weed like,

Tangled in the mud of past despair.

These are memories to be forgotten,

Words that should have never been said,

Plans gone awry, fitful dreams, diminished hope,

As though gripping this hook has crippled my thinking.

Where am I heading?

I am only a human,

Unraveling my knots.

©Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

 

 

Micropoetry · Original Digital Art · Poem · Poetry · Quotes

Sink into Your Knowing

It’s time to stop chasing

And to start embracing.

You have everything that you need.

Go deep with what you know.

A rock skipping over the stream

Sees no depth.

Fall into yourself;

Your well is deep and pure

With mysteries and magic

Awaiting your ventures.

You already know everything, so

Collections are mere dust. It’s time to

Open that portal to inner sight

And listen, for what you seek is there.

Awaken your instincts and intuition.

Fan that fire of knowing

Burning in your heart,

Making you magnificent.

It’s this blazing wisdom alone

That will take you home.

 

 

©Barbara Harris Leonhard@extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

Original Digital Art “Future Earth” ©Martha Harris. See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog

Poem · Poetry · Waka Poetry

So Long, My Friend

So long, my friend,

How short was your stay.

I was too caught up

In my mindless days

To sit with you

When your blooms were lush and

Singing in the sun and air.

You were glorious

Even when the snow surprised us all.

Still, you held your back up,

And your crown never fell.

You had bounty in your short time.

I could see your joy

As you swayed in the breeze

And drank in the sun and rain.

I took you for granted though

I said I would stop by more often.

Now as your beauty fades

To crumbled blooms,

Your smile drops and fades

Into the beds of periwinkle

Huddled to catch you, yet

You still seem to dance

As the breath of God gently

Blows your ash into soil

For another year.

 

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©Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

Images: my yard