Strawberries & Meiji Temple

These "real" size strawberries were the sweetest, juiciest strawberries I’ve had since I was a kid. Not the kind that is grown so large that when you cut into them, it’s mostly tasteless white, but the red all the way through kind! And only $1.50 for a fair sized box.
Delighted, I pretty much ate the whole pack in one morning.

Next, I went on an afternoon outing to Meiji Temple in downtown Tokyo. My mission was to go somewhere green, and the old forest surrounding the Temple was perfect. I’m noticing many more foreign tourists than in other years. The dollar is strong against the yen now.

Ahhh, the wonders of technology. I wonder if these folks ever even looked at the Temple, or if they just played with their selfie sticks.
There is always something or someone amusing to watch when I wander around. I’m very much enjoying the pleasant spring weather. This is the first time it’s neither too hot and muggy, nor winter time.
Friday evening I presented an evening lecture to a group of about 40 or so. In addition to talking about the seminars I will be teaching, and doing a few healing demos with folks from the audience, I led the group in a new guided meditation. They were invited to picture themselves as a drop of moisture in a cloud, being activated and sparkling in sunlight. Then they moved as one cloud to the area of Kamamoto, the site of recent earthquake damage. With loving intention, they focused on ‘raining’ down strength and support, nourishing and rejuvenating the area. The group was so powerful that during this exercise, the room became about 10 degrees warmer. (No, it wasn’t just my hot flashes! We all felt it.) A beautiful way to demonstrate the power of the soul.

My session days are filling up well. I have much more energy than I had here last year and I feel like there are many new beginnings for me. So this image of the old tree in Meiji Temple grounds seems appropriate. The trunk was rough and weathered, opened up by years of damage – who knows what it had been through – but the top was bursting with new green leaves.

Written by : Daeryl Holzer