I was 27. I had been practicing Reiki only a year. My life was in total transition. I had divorced the year before and was finishing graduate school. I was taking my first steps as a counselor at a community clinic.
I lived in a walk-up studio apartment on the 3rd floor of an old house with my cat and parakeet. It was the first time I had lived on my own, not in relationship with anyone.
When I wen t back East to NJ on my book tour this summer, I drove past that old house and neighborhood. Many of the same stores were still there and the neighborhood was the same.
I thought of the times I would bike to school, spend time with my cat, getting my first Reiki table, participating in Reiki circles. All of it was so new and at times overwhelming.
I was fellow students with a whole international community and at one point was even invited to go with a colleague to her home town of Isfahan in Persia, or Iran.
This was before 9/11, before the Middle East revolutions of the last year. I often wonder what that trip would have been like had I taken it.
In those days, any chance I had to travel the world I jumped at, eventually going on a month sojourn through Britain and France.
I wrote daily in my journal, read Rumi and Joseph Campbell and wondered about my future career as a counselor.
Here I am 15 years later, living a much more established life, still travelling, still practicing Reiki and evolved in my profession.
When the skies in Seattle, like they are today, become overcast, I become reflective. I’m thinking about that untaken trip to Persia. Perhaps another opportunity will present itself in years to come. Perhaps with social media (that didn’t exist a decade ago) I can find my Isfahan friend. Meanderings of the mind on a misty day.