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The Big Picture

The other day I was reading a list of my astrological sign’s traits, and this one struck me: “Virgo’s life is a tragedy when seen in close-up but a comedy in a long-shot.”

Nine years ago, I went through a bad break-up, got sick, and developed chronic fatigue. At the time, I was working long hours in a corporate job and would collapse on evenings and weekends. I had very little social life and felt pretty bummed out about my situation.

A few years later, I was having no luck healing the fatigue with Western medicine, so I went to get an intuitive reading. The intuitive told me to get a Reiki session, and that I would probably end up studying it and practicing it too. The latter part seemed super unlikely to me, but I did decide to get a Reiki session from Jean Bromage, the Reiki master the intuitive referred me to. After my first session with Jean, I sat up on the table and said to myself, “I feel like a million bucks!!” There was really something to this.

A month later, my soul-kitty Willow suddenly fell ill and crossed over. And I plunged into grief.

A few months after that, tired and grieving, I decided to take Jean’s Reiki 1 class to learn how to do Reiki on myself (definitely not on others—that wasn’t for me).

As I practiced on another student for the first time in that class, I felt the most extraordinarily beautiful feeling I’d ever experienced. And in that moment I thought, oh, this is what I need to do with my life.

A few years later, I was a practicing Reiki master giving distance Reiki to animals when some cat clients started talking to me. My mind was blown and I decided to study animal communication. I knew who to go to because Jean had told me about animal communicator Danielle MacKinnon when I was grieving for Willow. By the time those cat clients started talking to me, Danielle was teaching a certification program for animal intuitives.

As I was on my way to give a Reiki session to a client yesterday, my heart filled with gratitude. If it weren’t for the fatigue and the timing of Willow passing, I’d never be doing what I'm doing now.

I did a reading recently where the client told me his cat had a number of health problems. The cat, however, told me he felt fine, that his health issues were battle scars he was cool with carrying. When the client asked about his cat’s life before he adopted him, the cat showed me dumpsters behind a restaurant and told me he had been responsible for his own survival. Then he showed me his current home and I heard, “I hit the jackpot.” He went through stuff, persevered like a gangsta kitty, and made it big in the end.

Sometimes I feel like life is like a Seurat painting—close up it’s a bunch of dots that don’t make sense, but step back and it’s a beautiful story.

It’s all about the magic. 🙌

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