The Field of Oaks

I'm walking toward an orange sunset. Shadowy light flickers across green-brown blades of grass. The wind follows me, I can sense it rushing past my body and up through the canopy of leaves high above my head. A floral essence drifts to my nose, though I see no flowers. I'm alone in a field of oaks.

As I continue my journey through the trees, I'm in awe of the tremendous beauty around me. I feel every inch of my body being affected. I'm overwhelmed. I look down to my hands to see if this is really happening and notice the grass has turned to sand beneath my bare feet. The sun has grown warmer and I'm aware of the crashing of waves just beyond a hill. I have no control over my body, my legs are pulled in the direction of an empty beach. Large sheets of fabric are floating in the wind. I can't figure out how they are attached to tall palm trees. Sand and water wash over my feet as I continue my stroll alongside an ebb and flow of soothing salt water.

I see an adobe house in the distance and feel the urge to go inside. Somewhere along the way I have lost my clothes, and it doesn't seem to matter. I'm naked and bald and stripped down to the essence of me. I'm pulled into the house, it's a healing house, I can feel it. There is only one thing inside, a hammock affixed to two sides of a round wall. The sun filters in through rooftop windows. I lie in the hammock and make myself comfortable, I have a feeling I'll be there for a while.

I hear a gentle voice telling me my Reiki session is over. Peace and calm overcome me. I think it worked.