Reiki Rose & Reflexology

01/22/2026

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Reiki with Julia - Art and Reiki Studio

01/22/2026

Understanding Trauma - The Two Wolves

***Article and photo credit to
***The Body Artisans

“I remember the first time I heard the story of the two wolves. An elder tells a child that inside every person live two wolves, one driven by fear, anger, grief, and pain, and the other shaped by love, calm, connection, and trust. The child asks which wolf wins, and the elder answers, “The one you feed.”

For a long time, I thought this story was about choice and willpower. About deciding to be better, calmer, a more healed version of myself. But years of working with bodies, including my own, taught me something gentler and far more honest. Sometimes the wolf that rises is not the one we chose to feed; it is the one that was fed for us, in moments when survival mattered more than understanding.

Trauma changes the way the body feeds those wolves.

When something overwhelming happens, the body does not pause to consult our values or our hopes for who we want to be. It reacts. The nervous system floods with stress chemistry. Cortisol and adrenaline sharpen focus, narrow awareness, and prioritize survival over reflection. The vagus nerve shifts out of its regulating role and sensation becomes louder in some places and quieter in others. The body feeds the wolf that knows how to keep us alive.

Our emotions often lag behind this process. They arrive later, or all at once, or in waves that feel out of proportion to the present moment. Grief may surface years after the loss. Anger may ignite when safety finally appears. Fear may linger long after the danger has passed. From the outside, this can look confusing. From the inside, it feels like being pulled by forces that do not agree with one another.

This is where many people begin to judge themselves. Why am I reacting this way? Why can’t I calm down? Why does my body keep doing this when I know better? But trauma is not a failure of insight; it is a mismatch between what the body learned in survival and what the heart longs for in safety.

The body feeds the wolf it knows will protect us.

The emotional system feeds the wolf that needs to be felt.

Neither is wrong. They are simply out of sync.

Over time, this dissonance can embody the tissues. Fascia holds these patterns like a memory that never learned language. The body is not stuck in the past, it is simply repeating what once worked.

Healing is not about starving one wolf and forcing another to behave. It is about changing the environment inside the body so different nourishment becomes possible. Safety feeds regulation while presence feeds integration. Slow, respectful touch feeds the part of the nervous system that knows how to rest, and when the body begins to feel supported, the emotional system no longer has to shout to be heard.

This is where touch changes the conversation. It meets the body where learning first happened, beneath language and logic. The wolf that once guarded every moment can soften its watch, as the wolf that carries love, curiosity, and connection does not have to fight to survive; it is simply fed.

Holding onto trauma does not mean the wrong wolf won. It means the body did exactly what it was designed to do when safety disappeared. And healing is not a moral victory; it is a biological one. When the body learns that the threat has passed, both wolves can finally rest, and the system no longer has to choose between survival and feeling.”

***And comment posted by
***Karen E Weitz

“I like your analogy when it comes to trauma. Last year, I heard an indigenous woman on Tik Tok offer an alternative viewpoint on this legend: feed both wolves so they no longer need to fight.
I used that shifted narrative at the end of my book regarding grief: feed both your grief and your joy to balance the full spectrum of life.”

01/19/2026

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01/13/2026

EDITED TO ADD REVEAL PICS
Thank you for playing 🔮🥰
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Take a deep breath..
And then another…
Ask the angels, your guides, or your higher self, what it is you need to know…
Then take another deep breath…
And quiet your mind..
Which card or cards call to you or catch your eye
Come back tomorrow (Tuesday) afternoon for the reveal (within this post).
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From the Crystal Spirits Oracle deck by Colette Baron Reid.

01/13/2026

Wow! 10 years since finding the courage to put myself out there as Reiki Rose & Reflexology on FB.
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Although FB has changed (too) much over the years, it has provided space for wonderful connections that otherwise may not have been.

I am very grateful for that.🙏🏻

Thank you to everyone who came to my home healing space, or invited me and my table into their’s, and to all who came to the Reiki Room at Brookside Wellness Centre while I was there.

Thanks also my dear family and friends, and anyone who popped onto this page and walked along this healing journey with me.

I see you.
I respect you.
I appreciate you.
And I thank you for your love and kind support.

Although the last couple years my attention has morphed with the beautiful new things in my life, I do still have my healing space in my home and welcome clients when time permits.

Please reach out should you wish to participate in a reiki share, have an oracle card reading, or book a reiki or reflexology session.

I also have some training and experience in Craniosacral, Bars, Emotion Code, Tapping, Raindrop Technique, Mindfulness, etc, and I love to share the tools learned in hope of empowering another in their personal journey, and it reminds me of the value of using these tools too.

Below is a loving kindness prayer for each of you.😘💕🙏🏻

May you be loved and appreciated.
May you be happy and filled with joy.
May you be safe and protected.
May you be healthy and free from pain.
May you have abundance in all aspects of life.
And may you live life with ease and grace.

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01/12/2026

Saw this poem, thought I would share
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Dearest loved one,

I know you think I have died, but I’m not gone. Death is just a four-letter word—although you might want to double check my math on that one.

Do you remember how in high-school science class your teacher talked about the first law of thermodynamics? Yeah, me neither.

So let me refresh your memory. Your teacher told you that energy could neither be created nor destroyed, but only transformed. Well, I get it now.

Nothing dies, not really. And that’s not religion, that’s science talking. In fact death doesn’t technically exist—at least not the way you think. Only change exists. Only transformation exists. Particles get disorganized, then reorganized, then re-re-reorganized.

But death? Nope.

Take flowers. They wither and become mulch, which then becomes topsoil, which then becomes minerals, which then becomes pH and soil salinity. Then, these elements reassemble themselves to become the building blocks for new flowers. On and on it goes.

Or how about water? Water forms clouds, clouds make rain, rain gathers in rivers and lakes only to be used in swimming pools, iced tea, kitchen sinks, and vodka gimlets. Water then evaporates to become more clouds.

Now I ask you. Does that sound like dying?

Or maybe you can think about it like this. Long ago, when trains still ran through small towns, children would often run to the depots and watch the trains come and go. Do you remember those days? Children would marvel at the mighty engines with their clouds of steam and sounds of diesel and steel.

Then, it happened like this: Passengers would climb aboard. The train’s doors would close. The coach would disappear over the horizon. All those people vanished in a mere instant.

But were they gone? No way. They were just unseen. Death is like that.

I am no longer seen. You cannot touch me, but I am here beside you. I am still your dad, although I cannot embrace you. I am still your mom, even though I cannot kiss you. I will always be your sister, your brother, your child, your best friend, your spouse, your lover, although I cannot hold your hand or whisper in your ear.

All I can do is look upon your marvelous face and smile at you from behind this eternal glass. You might not be aware of me, but make no mistake, I’m still around, kid.

Nobody ever tells you before you die that there is no “up there” and “down here.” Most folks live believing that their deceased loved ones are far away. Some envision a heavenly place so remote that it seems more like Fiji or Timbuktu. But it’s not like that. And I see that now.

Heaven isn’t a geographic location. It’s not on a map, there are no coordinates. Therefore, heaven is neither bound by rules of time, nor measurements of space. Thus, your manmade concept of distance doesn’t hold water in this new realm.

Don’t you see? If distance doesn’t exist, then there is no distance between us. Meaning: I'm right here, reading this over your shoulder. There’s a reason our ancestors called it the “hereafter.” Because it’s right here.

I’m not lightyears away. I’m not on a sky island surrounded by cloud coverage and the booming voice of Charleton Heston. I am seated beside you. I can smell your shampoo. I can count your freckles. And I love you so very much.

I know you miss me. Believe me, I know. I see you grieve when you think nobody is around. I have watched you weep into your hands while sitting in traffic. I’ve seen you cry yourself to sleep.

Sometimes when you sob, I want to reach through the fabric of your reality to hold you like I once did, to make it better.

But again, that isn’t how it works. You and I are separated by a thin piece of silk which neither the strongest man could tear, nor the sharpest tool could pierce. Nothing can cross this membrane that divides us except art, music, poetry and love. But I promise it won’t be like this for long.

In the meantime, don’t stop remembering me. Don’t put away my photos. Tell stories about me. If you ever begin to wonder where I am, if you ever feel lost, if you ever need evidence of me, just look around you.

I am the humidity in your curly hair on a wet day. The morning dew on your kitchen windows at sunrise. The laughter around your supper table. I am the text on this screen.

You cannot grasp me. You cannot contain me. And you wouldn’t want to, either. Because I am free in this new place. And believe it or not, I am finally perfect. I am happy. I am healthy. I am whole. And I am with you always, even until the end of time.

But I am not dead. Not even a little.

~Author Unknown

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Painting by: Rose 🌹

01/09/2026

Reiki 🙌 Foot Reflexology 👣
January 🗓️
Tuesday or Thursday
Afternoon or Evening

01/08/2026

“The opposite of belonging is fitting in. Because fitting is is assessing a group of people and thinking who do I need to be, what do I need to say, what do I need to wear, how do I need to act, and changing who you are. And true belonging never asks us to change who we are. It demands that we be who we are. “

01/06/2026

Short days, dark nights, and post- holiday blahs can be challenging in the best of circumstances. In such times self-care becomes extra important. Through January I’ll be offering opportunities for “tailored to your need” in person or distance sessions, on Tuesdays and Thursdays, with late afternoon or evening availability.
Inbox for details and to book.
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01/06/2026

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"Once in a Blue Moon" we actually get a blue Moon! 🌕️ A Calendrical Blue Moon is defined as the second full Moon to occur in a calendar month. So on May 1, we'll be able to view the Full Flower Moon, and about 29.5 days later on May 31 (the time it takes our Moon to complete one cycle of phases), we'll see a second full Moon in May—a Blue Moon!

A Calendrical Blue Moons happens every 30 months, or every two and a half years... so maybe “Once in a Blue Moon” isn’t so rare after all! Happy Moon gazing! 🌕️ Read on to learn more about where each Moon's name comes from, and which other names they go by at Almanac.com/MoonPhase

01/06/2026

I am well.
I am loved.
I am happy.
I am enough.
I am ...
What are you creating?
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01/06/2026

"When you realize it's not personal, there is no longer a compulsion to react as if it were."
- Eckhart Tolle
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