Holding responsibility in multiple directions requires more than skill. It asks for capacity, support, and permission to notice when something needs care. Today, the phrase psychological safety came up at work. Not as something new, but as something many of us already recognize, felt quietly, often in the body, before it has words.

I thought I was already walking mindfully. Turns out, my version of “slow” still had somewhere to go. When different nervous systems met different paces, the walk became less about birds and more about relationship… to speed, to space, to choice. No one was wrong. No one needed fixing.

Reiki, as I practise it, is very simple. It’s a way of being present with another person through touch, stillness, and attention. I don’t experience it as something I do to someone, but as creating the conditions for rest and awareness to happen on their own.

The novelty belonged to the setting, not to the attention. Awe didn’t need the newness. It arrived the same way it always does, when I slowed down enough to notice.