Reiki
I was told Reiki could be an answer to pain
I thought nothing to lose and all there to gain
I quickly set off then to ease my sore back
And From what I discovered I never looked back
When Pains they came calling I just had to call
In to Renfrew and Margaret’s and in I would crawl
And up on the couch, quiet music a playing
Margaret’s Hands hovered over moving and staying
I felt so relaxed as I drifted away
To my Gran’s old back garden on a bright summers day
When gently called back from my dreaming, my space
The ease and well being I felt were just ace
I asked for some teaching so I could now do
This Reiki for others for me and for you
It felt so amazing I could not wait to try
It made me so happy I felt I would cry
Since learning this Reiki so much have I gained
You just can’t imagine how much my life changed
And though not encouraged to use the word cure
I now feel oh so different, so calm and so sure
To share this with others is my greatest calling
And to watch with great joy as I see others falling
In love with their Reiki and healing and sharing
Master Teacher’s a badge I am proud to be wearing
When the energy is flowing
Like warm breezes blowing
I can loose track of time
As I’m feeling so fine
And the energy runs all the way through my body
My aura my soul and my spirit are ready
My awareness is growing minute by minute
And try as I Might I just can’t resist it
The future I know will take care of itself
I don’t have to feel I am left on that shelf
I may still experience troubles or strife
But I know I will now have my Reiki for Life
In grateful thanks
Joan McCormick
Reiki Master Teacher
Winding Down in winter
Our Trees are withdrawing back deep to the earth
Their leaves long since fallen to make room for new birth
There are Robins and Squirrels about on the ground
Flitting and hopping around and around
Some Plants blaze with colours to brighten our lot
While others look forlorn like they’ve been forgot
Saying stay indoors and light a nice fire
You could sit with a good book and try to aspire
Remembering talks with my Sister, my Brother
Reminiscing and teasing on something or other
Long walks on the cycle path well wrapped up
Bowls of home made soup, warm to sup
I hear, “Turn off the TV, forget about the car,
And I will remind you of all that you are”
What was my purpose and where am I going?
And how am I doing, and living and growing?
And how do I stop, take the time to just be?
“Just breathe in and out and think of the tree
Be Still and serene and connect with your ME.”
Peace
There is a peace we all can find
It hides in the silence of our mind
There’s a space between our thoughts we just can’t see
Whenever we need it there it will be
Slip into the Gaps and you will see
Your I Am, Your Spirit, Your All that Is, your ME
Not thinking of things past or things still to come
I meditate, counting my breaths one by one
Listening to the silence down deep in my soul
There is Peace, There is space,
For a while, I feel whole
Your Angels will find you
I found out about Angels – How could that be
Reading a second hand book you see
In the Weeks and Months that passed along
Their gift of love felt oh so strong
All of a sudden I’m filled with glee
I did not find my Angels – They found me
By Joan McCormick
30 November 05
”You! are Much, Much more than your life story”
If you said it to a working man – would he wish it was true
If you said it to a millionaire – would they scoff or laugh
If you said it to a holy man – would he contemplate in prayer
If you said it to yourself – would you accept could be true
When you look at someone who is different from you – do you see them or do you see someone who is Much Much more than their life story
What’s the time Mr Wolf
What’s the time Mr Wolf I used to play
In the street outside my door
With all my friends who used to stay
Very close by - not far away
Is it time to come in yet I used to say
Just 5 minutes more then no more play
Your tea will be ready and you’ll have to go
And the streets will fall quiet as all go home
“Sticks and stones will break my bones but names will never harm me”
Names can cut and names can wound
And years can pass and time moves round
And now and then a chance remark
Will open the cut and the wound will spark
As the old wounds open the hurts pour out like sand
And the person who said it can’t understand
So what did they do and what did they say
To make me so upset today
And a simple rhyme that I thought would protect
Now comes back to haunt me I’m back there, with a jerk
To the names and the taunts I thought long forgotten
Forget them I was told they are just being rotten
Don’t teach your children that old rhyme to say
Teach them to be kind and maybe some day
They will see with the eyes of the wise old owl
That it is better to be nice than ever be cruel
Our Home is like a well worn glove
Is Warm with heat and warm with love
It is not a particularly tidy house, Sometimes it’s chaotic
And sometimes “I don’t have any shirts or pants or jeans or sox”
“Well you won’t if you don’t put it all into the Washing Box”
But for all that stuff that does not matter
I’d miss the shouts and all the chatter
We love each other very much
Don’t bother too much about such and such
Give’s a kiss and a hug before you go
And another one when we say hello
Be careful I think as you drive away
Mind how you go as you are on your way
The house will be quiet soon enough
As you all make your way and move all your stuff
Into a flat with a friend or a mate
Now in the sink - only a cup or a plate
Where there used to be loads of crumbs and clutter
Now silence and neatness and no marks on the butter
So what if they are not in a rush to go
They’ll be gone in a flash before we know
So here’s to the mess and the clatter and clutter
After all
Its just part and parcel of being Father and Mother
By Joan McCormick
1 December 05
I came across a poem set to music and to film
It touched my heart so softly it could have been a hymn
It spoke of long term friendships only broken by a passing
The gap ‘tween birth and death it just referred to as their dashing
The poem ran its winding way and slipped into my heart
At first it was so silent then it hit me with a start
The Light came in and washed away the doubts and all the fears
It wrapped its wings of love around and peeled away the years
The time was never right for me to put my dreams in motion
I did not want to upset things by causing a commotion
So sitting at my silent desk I came to realise
I did not come here in this time to Dash here to this guise
I came here to create a life so full and so aware
To experience and to re-connect with what I’d hardly dared
To say out loud that I was missing out in helping people
I felt like going out and shouting from the highest steeple
Wake up you people look about and see just where you’re going
So blind inside your dreaming shells you can’t see what you’re doing
And find that part inside of you that stops your heart from screaming
And break the ties that hold you down and listen to your feelings
So tell us of the sunrises so red and all a glow
Of how you watched and listened there instead of Go! Go! Go!
We could still learn so much if we would follow all the cues
Sit down and rest a while there just to hear Mum Nature’s hues
Your Dash may be the one that others comment on with love
And wonder how you managed to be guided from above
You listened to your own true vibes and then you made a stand
Your friend was intuition and your heart a big brass band
With love and Gratitude - By Joan McCormick
27th February 2007
Fifteen minutes
If Fifteen minutes is all you can take
Then may I suggest you do this then to make
A difference in how you cope this day
And things can seem better in every way
Three deep breaths in and out again please
Close your eyes and prepare to now let in your ease
Now blow out those troubles and a word to the wise
This can fill you with Peace that is hard to disguise
Just let your true self out to play
As you let your cares just drift away
Your imagination propelling you upwards
A special safe space will slowly come forwards
Imagine a place so still so serene
The flowers, all colours the grass oh so green
And walking along feel the grass round your toes
Drink in all the beauty that around you now grows
Look out for the lion the horse and the deer
And watch them surround you and fill you with cheer
And have them sit with you near your bench in the sun
And dwell in the peace and the warmth and the fun
Its called meditation, it’s simple to learn
And just like this poem it’s gone all too soon
So as you come back now with thanks and with peace
Your worries, your cares you have given release
Joan McCormick
28th February 2007