“Mindfulness is First World Bullshit.”
So said a Reiki client of mine, climbing off the massage table and reaching for the bowl of seeds and nuts I had set out for him.
I am used to all kinds of reactions after Reiki sessions. But mostly I expect that kind of bliss-ed out, spacey look until I’ve fed and watered them. Not much talking happens straight away. But this client had words to spare. And thus ensued a barter of ideas while we sat and decompressed.
“Why do you say that?” I asked.
“Look around you.” I did. “What do you see?”
“Mmm. A room with a fire, a cozy space, nature outside the window…you eating seeds like a squirrel…” I laughed. He was eating voraciously, mind churning. “You’re supposed to be relaxed…I must be losing my touch.”
“Seriously. I was thinking while you were getting my food…thanks, by the way…we’re just a bunch of spoiled, first world brats, we have everything we want.” He waved his arms around the room to show me all I had.
Personally, I don’t think that I have everything I want. I need a new kitchen with a larger pantry and a gas stove.