Blog – Kelsey Delane Yoga

Hey Mama: Lazy’s Not A Bad Word! Reclaiming Your Right To Take It Easy, Guilt Free

My husband walked in the door at 8pm, after a 10 hour work day, and greeted me, “Hey love, how was your day?”

“Good. Lazy. I didn’t get much done, but Ginny’s sound asleep,” I tattled on myself.

Am I the only one who does this? Discredits how much energy I pour into my day, into my students, into my family, into my life?

Um, hello Kelsey: You kept a tiny human alive today! NBD…

Let’s cut this self-sabotage out together – okay?

We live in a “hustle” culture, a “because of 4am” culture, a “stay at work later than the next guy” culture, and you know what…I’m not buyin’ it!

I’m not buyin’ that I have to work myself into the ground to be happy, or to be worthy. I’m not buyin’ that the best way to measure my success is by the length of my to-do list and the intensity of my exhaustion. I’m not buyin’ the lie, and I hope you don’t either.

Because, here’s the truth: Life isn’t about getting shit done.

If I have the privilege of taking inventory of my life when my time is up, I’m not gonna look back and say to myself, “You know, Kels, you really should’ve gotten more laundry done. You should’ve sacrificed sleep to finish that project sooner, and spent less time snuggling on the couch with your dog.”

So I am taking back the word lazy.

I’m celebrating my lazy days…the days where I prioritize BEING over DOING. The days of conserving energy rather than expending it. The days when “nothing gets done.” Because these are the days that I indulge in the pleasure of being alive! I linger on the porch with my coffee, I stare into the eyes of my baby, I listen to an inspiring podcast while I soak up the sun. These are the days filled with moments of truly living!

To The Friend Of The Griever: What I’ve Learned About Holding Space When Your Loved One’s World Falls Apart

365 days ago, on July 15th 2017, the world lost a remarkable man, a gentle giant, my best friend’s husband: Justin Allis.

This past year has been full of heartache and devastation for my dear Stevie and has been blessed with joy and abundance for me. Navigating our friendship under these circumstance has not been easy, but truthfully, I have never experienced such genuine friendship.

Thanks to Stevie’s willingness to guide me, I have become a better friend. Here is what my warrior widow bestie has taught me about how to show up when shit hits the fan:

1. It’s okay to not know what to say, but say something anyway.

Watching the person you love experience unimaginable pain feels utterly hopeless. I wish there were the “right words” to say to lighten the burden of acute grief, but there are no such words.

I’ve learned that when I’m at a loss of what to say, I can say exactly that: “I don’t know what to say.”

I remind Stevie how much I love her, that I see her pain and I’m not going anywhere.

No matter how much I want to, I can’t fix it and neither can you. The truth is, we also can’t “make it worse,” so pick up the phone or send a message, but don’t stay silent!

2. Take Initiative

Grief is physically, emotionally and spiritually exhausting. Expecting someone who is grieving to have the energy and the mental clarity to ask for what they need is unrealistic. Take on the burden of decision making the best you can.

In the wake of Justin’s unexpected death, Stevie’s tribe flew in and started doing — I saw people step up to cook, clean, walk her dogs, care for her yard, and hold her close.

After a big loss, people often say “let me know if you need anything.” We want to give them space and don’t know what is truly helpful and what might be annoying but I’ve learned it’s better to take your best guess and do something than to sit idly by.

3. Stay Humble

I have no idea what I’m doing and Stevie knows that. I have said and done things that are unhelpful even though I have the best of intentions. Thankfully I have a friend who is courageous enough to tell me when I miss the mark.

Take direction. You are holding their hand, but they are drive the ship. Go where you’re called and don’t take it personally if you are corrected.

It’s not about you.

4. Give her permission to process however, whenever and for however long she needs.

Everyone grieves differently. What you might want if the tables were turned may not be what your friend needs.

Let go of expectations and make endless room for this new third wheel in your relationship: grief.

There is no timeline for healing and it is not linear. Your relationship is forever changed.

Privately grieve the loss of the friendship you once had. Use outside resources to process your own feelings about this new heavy presence and remember: no matter how uncomfortable you are, your friend is even more uncomfortable so bear your share with grace.

5. Invite her in, without expectation.

Life keeps on moving, even after the greatest loss. Weeks after Stevie had lost her husband and her rainbow baby, I announced I was pregnant. I was also engaged to be married on the 3 month anniversary of his passing.

Of course I wanted to Stevie to be a part of these big life moments, but only she could decide if and how she could participate.

I expected nothing. I chose to celebrate my blessings knowing that she may or may not be able to join me. Lucky for me, she chose to join me (cuz she’s effing awesome!).

We both made room — she for my joy and me for her grief. Our opposing realities can, and do, coexist.

Thank you Stevie, for being my forever soul mate sister, for showing me what love means, and for being an example of walking through tragedy with grace and grit. I love you!

Follow her inspirational journey on Instagram @stevieallis

My Yoga Birth Story Part II

The theme of my pregnancy and birth experience with Ginny was *Trust*

At my 30 week ultrasound, we received unsettling news: Ginny was measuring extremely small size and my placenta was potentially segmented. This meant that I would be going in for testing three times a week for the remainder of my pregnancy. It also meant that my delivery was too high risk for the home birth we had hoped for, so I would be delivering at the hospital. 

Just as I had trusted in the timing of my pregnancy, I trusted this new path.

In true Divine coincidence, the Midwife I had been seeing for prenatal care, and whom I had developed a strong bond with, had rights to deliver at Mission Hospital.

After weeks of testing and being prepared for the possibility of induction, Hubby and I were due for some serious rest. We decided to send our oldest off with Noni for two nights so that we could have a “staycation” Babymoon.

I knew I had been in early labor for a bit. I had lost my mucus plug, was having irregular contractions and was 1cm dilated and 90 percent effaced at 37 weeks.

On Tuesday, April 3rd, my love and I spent the entire day doing what we do best: shopping at Fashion Island, eating delicious food, and making strangers uncomfortable with our PDA. As we walked hand and hand, we smiled and savored the opportunity to nourish our friendship before our biggest transition to date.

On Wednesday, April 4th, we were relaxing at home when I realized I was bleeding. This is an unwelcome sight for any pregnant Mama, especially with all the concern about the state of Ginny’s wellbeing.

I chose to trust that I would be guided to the best course of action.

My best friend Stevie was planning on taking a road trip from Denver to Cali to be with me for Ginny’s birth, but I sensed she wouldn’t make it in time. I called her at 5pm and said “I think you need to book a flight.” She was able to snag a ticket for the last flight out of Denver at 8pm.

After hours of back and forth with my Midwife, we decided to throw our dinner in tupperware and head to the hospital for monitoring since my bleeding wasn’t letting up.

We arrived at the hospital around 9pm and I was hooked up for monitoring. I’ve never been in a hospital after hours — it felt like a ghost town. I was grateful for the privacy of our suite and the peace and quiet of the hall (with the exception of the moaning first time Mama next door).


I was now 4cm dilated and 100% effaced. 

My Midwife, Allison, continued to review the print out from the monitor while we chatted and then lovingly added, “I think it’s time you stop eating your dinner.”

I knew what this meant: she was thinking C-section.

I breathed in — “It is well with my soul.”

It’s important to note here how much I trusted my Midwife. From day one, she had listened attentively, spoken candidly, and honored my values. For the duration of my prenatal care, Allison’s actions aligned with my belief that pregnancy and birth are natural processes and should be approached with confidence rather than fear. I knew that my best interest and the best interest of my baby were at the heart of her practice. Because of this, I was at ease in her care, even as it looked like the path ahead was bumpy.

Happily, Allison returned later to say that baby was looking great on the monitor and we were on track for a vaginal delivery.

Stevie joined Dan and I around 10pm. Me and my two best friends sat in the birth suite chatting, laughing and listening to Kings of Leon. My Doula, Natalie, arrived around 11pm after my water has just broken. I was given a mobile monitor that was taped to my belly so I could get up from the bed and freely move around as I labored. Now that I could eat a little something, Stevie got me an orange flavored popsicle from the lobby. I swung my hips as I raved that it was the most delicious popsicle I’d ever had!

The nurses coming in and out commented on the joy and lightness in the room. They seemed confused when I casually informed them I was having an extra big contraction with a big grin on my face. I couldn’t have been happier — my body was doing the work to bring my baby into my arms.

I remember sweetly caressing my own forearm and saying “I’m so grateful my body is doing such a good job. Thank you body!” 


After a couple hours of joyfully dancing through active labor, I turned on my “Transition” playlist and found my position for this intense work leaning over the bed. This is how I would remain through this phase of labor, and where I would sink into a meditative state with the loving hands of my Doula on my low back and the hands of my sleepy husband in mine.

“…Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders…when oceans rise, my soul will rest in Your embrace…”

I sang my baby down. My movements were intuitive, soft and rhythmic. I was alone inside myself, relaxed in the knowing that I was fully supported by my team.

This space, Transition, is thoughtless and beyond time. The room was dim and sleepy and I knew my body needed some nourishment. Natalie gave me a small bag of trail mix and with eyes closed I said, “Yes, this is exactly what I needed.” 

My contractions were powerful and frequent, so I woke up my husband so he could accompany me to the bathroom. As a powerful pressure wave approached while I sat on the toilet, I looked up at my husband with a bit of shock and said, “I’m ready to push.”

I just knew it was what my body wanted next. There was no analyzing, no doubting, just a humble following of the very clear cues my body was giving me. My only job was to get out of the way so my body could do her job. I gladly surrendered, knowing she had the wisdom needed.

Dan assisted me as I wobbled from the bathroom to the bed while Stevie left the room to get Allison and Natalie who had both just briefly stepped out.

Without pause, I climbed onto the bed, braced my forearms on a stack on pillows and kneeled facing the wall. This moment will live in my memory forever — it was the one time I felt genuinely scared by the shear force of the sensation building inside me. I stared directly at the back of the bed, and said with conviction, “Dan I need you really bad right now.” He stood to my right with his hand securely on my back and said “I’m here my love.”

I felt the presence of Stevie to my left — the same presence that had stood by me since childhood. I was aware in that moment that the pain she carries from grief doesn’t have a finish line. My pain did. Her courage fueled me. I whispered aloud to myself, “I can do this. This is temporary.”


The surge rose in me like a ferocious tsunami wave and my body pushed with a vigor I could not have impeded. 

I roared from the depths of my soul!

“Stop pushing and take a breath in” my calm confident Midwife coached.

Breath in.

“Now give me a little push.”

Breath out.

“Don’t push. Take another breath.”

Breath in.

“Another little push.”

Breath out…with baby!

Allison passed Ginny through my legs and I bowed to embrace my sweet baby, cheek to cheek.


When I saw her face, I recognized her. We greeted each other like old friends. “Oh hey you! I’ve been waiting. I’m so glad you’re here.”


Danny, Stevie, Allison and Natalie: Thank you from the bottom of my heart. We couldn’t have done this without you!


Bipolar: A Diagnosis Not An Identity

May is Mental Health Awareness Month. 

I believe wholeheartedly that it is important to keep the focus on mental *health* rather than be bogged down by discussions of mental illness. If we focus on pathology rather than solution, we stay stuck.

I also, however, wholeheartedly believe that when we share our stories of trials and tribulations, we can build bridges of connection through our shared humanity.

This is why I choose to speak candidly about my mental health journey.

I live with Type II Bipolar Disorder. I am unashamed to be associated with mental illness for one reason: my diagnosis does not define me.

Yes, it is true that I have a mental illness. It is also true that I have a full life complete with healthy relationships and profound peace, and I coach others on how to do the same. 

I first noticed signs of mental illness as a teen. My emotional outbursts and instability began to affect my relationships and ability to preform my responsibilities as a student and an employee. Looking back, I can now see that the signs began much earlier in childhood, but were interpreted as “immaturity.” 

I have experienced loss of relationships as a result of my behavior, and I have been held back in my professional pursuits because of my inability to regulate my mood and focus on my goals.

I am proud to say I have worked diligently on building a large tool box of coping mechanisms that have allowed me to navigate life with more grace. I have used traditional talk therapy, Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, medication, journaling, community, Yoga, meditation, prayer, time in nature and self help books. In my opinion, more is better when it comes to coping strategies because there is no one tool that always works. The more options I have when experiencing a high or low, the better the odds are that I will have access to the one I need in that moment. For me personally, the most impactful tool has been my Yoga practice.

Gratefully, I have experienced very little stigma related to mental illness. What I have experienced is a struggle to be taken seriously by those closest to me when they believe I am “up” or “down” — sometimes I’m just experiencing normal human emotions totally unrelated to my mood disorder.

I feel free to share about my diagnosis because I recognize that it is not “who I am.” Just as being a mother, a daughter, a wife, a teacher etc. don’t define my worth or my identity, neither does the reality that I live with a unique biochemistry that challenges my ability to regulate my mood. Because I am comfortable owning this truth, answering questions and sharing honestly, I have found a lot more acceptance from the outside world.

There’s no shame in living with mental illness. Whether you can relate to my story and want to connect, or my experience is foreign to you and you are curious to know more, please don’t hesitate to reach out. I’m an open book because I want to do my part to end the stigma.

We all benefit when we allow ourselves and each other to be human and still worthy of love and belonging.

My Yoga Birth Story Part I

1C162690-30A9-498B-AFDC-C4FD8C2523C8The story of Ginny’s fierce and serene birth begins before conception…

My husband Dan and I had been a family for four years already, although we weren’t yet married. We lovingly coparented our daughter Thea, although she is not biologically related to Dan. Over the years we discussed back and forth the idea of creating a child together and how that might impact our relationship and Thea’s life. There came a time where we decided to open our hearts to the possibility of expanding our family, knowing full well that conception is beyond our control. Without expectation, I consciously stopped refilling my birth control prescription and let go, knowing that we had already been blessed beyond measure to be parents of a healthy daughter.

Then, life was flipped upside down by one phone call. My dearest friend, my chosen sister that I have spent my life alongside, tragically and unexpectedly lost her sweet husband, Justin. She was pregnant with their rainbow baby that they had waited patiently for, and she was beside herself in agony. I flew out to be with her as she reeled from the million ways her life had changed. 

When I returned home, I made an appointment with my doctor to get back on birth control and put pregnancy on pause for the time being. Then I received another call: my sweet Stevie was losing her baby. Again, I rushed to be by her side and sat with her while she grieved like I had never seen before. 

It was that second trip that I realized I had missed my period. 

“This can’t be happening. That would just be cruel!” I thought to myself. 

Once back in Cali, I went to my doctor appointment, got my birth control, and went home. I thought it was strange that I wasn’t given a pregnancy test and wanted to be sure before I started back on my regimen, so alone in my bathroom I took a test. 


I lost my breath. I wept.

“Oh my God! My Stevie!” The words flew out of my mouth.

You see, Stevie was there the first time I took a positive pregnancy nine years prior. I had “accidentally” been granted a gift that countless women pray for and agonize over month after month. I had watched Stevie walk a painful fertility journey, and knew how her soul longed to experience this joy with Justin. 

Now, once again, without struggle, I was blessed with a baby.

I was excited! This was a brand new experience. The first time I was pregnant, I was a teenager and it was “shameful.” The announcements I made were dreaded and met with judgement and concern. I needed to celebrate this new life for the miracle it is! I wanted to shout for joy, but I hesitated because I knew how painful this news would be to the one person who had walked beside me my whole life.

Instead of being swept away by confusion and fear, I chose to dive into faith — Shradha. I chose to trust the bizarre timing of this blessing and allow myself to be guided by my Higher Power — Isvara Pranidhana. I relaxed into my mantra “It is well with my soul.”

I knew what I had to do. I felt like I had a dagger hidden in my pocket as I picked up the phone. As soon as she answered I spit it out like ripping off a bandaid. There was no better way to do it. 

We sobbed. We said “I love you” and ended the brutality quickly.

The next few weeks were beyond hard. I deserved to celebrate this blessing and she deserved to grieve her losses. So that is just what we did. We loved each other through the awkwardness and gave each other plenty of space to have our feelings.

This is true friendship: to hold each other’s hand through thick and thin while honoring the other’s unique journey.

Thanks to our unconditional love, Stevie was present at my wedding on the three month anniversary of Justin’s passing. She was at my baby shower months later, and she agreed to be by my side when I welcomed baby Ginny into the world.

That was a great day….

How I Maintain Serenity When Things Don’t Go As Planned

I just returned home after an ultrasound and meeting with my midwife. At 34 weeks and 2 days, baby Ginny is measuring in the 5th percentile for abdominal size, and 12th percentile overall. My husband and I are both tall, so we would expect our baby to be on the higher side of average. Ginny’s size is alarming because it could indicate that she isn’t getting the proper nourishment she needs in utero. We first discovered her small size last week, and this week was no different.

I’m now on a regimen of twice weekly scans to diligently monitor her growth. I could be induced any day if we have reason to believe she’s not thriving based on unsafe measurements in growth, blood flow or fluid levels.

This isn’t the news any mama wants to hear. This means that I am no longer a candidate for the home birth I’d envisioned. It’s scary to think that my baby could be in danger, and of course my first instinct is to blame myself. I immediately thought “I’m not doing a good job taking care of my baby.” I’m wrestling with myself right now. I’m upset that I’ve been indulging in sugar and paying little attention to my protein intake. I’ve prioritized work over self care more often than I want to admit. I’ve allowed the fear of financial insecurity during maternity leave to propel me into overdrive, and that stops now.

Of course my midwife reassured me that there is no fault here, yet I can provide Ginny with the best odds by giving her the best nutrition possible.

It doesn’t serve me, or Ginny, to remain in a mindset of blame and fear. Ginny is the size that she is. I cannot undo the way I’ve been feeding myself up to this point. When I surrender to this truth, I can focus on where I do have some power: over my choices moving forward.

My sweet husband is helping rid the house of my Achilles heel: sweets! The Costco box of rice crispy treats, the Girl Scout cookie stash and the cupcakes are being replaced with nuts and hummus. I have an alarm on my phone to remind me to eat every two hours, and I’m using an app to track my nourishment throughout the day. These things are within my ability to control, and this is where I will focus my energy.

We are scared, and that’s okay. My Yoga practice has taught me how to hold two opposing things at the same time. I can rest assured that I have the tools to respond to whatever comes of this challenge, and still acknowledge that it’s super scary. I can use this experience as an opportunity to surrender to that which is beyond my control, and practice my intention for 2018: Faith

“God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”

With this shift in focus, I will be putting work on the back burner. My one priority will be nourishing myself and Ginny and preparing for her arrival. I absolutely love this online community, and am so grateful to know that my decision to temporarily step away will be fully supported. Thank you <3

Upgrade Your Goal Setting Strategy With These Two Mental Shifts

Before we dive into the two mental shifts for joyful goal setting, let me say that I am genuinely excited to connect with you. It may sound trite, but because you are reading this, I know that you have a desire to create positive change through the practice of Yoga. Nothing makes me happier than being surrounded by others that are on this same path!

As we learn from our Yoga practice, our mind has the power to greatly influence our experiences, and goal setting is no exception. It’s no surprise, then, that our mind can either be our greatest asset in setting strategic goals, or it can be our greatest hindrance. If you experience roadblocks when pursuing goals, try on these two attitudes and see what happens!

Begin with love

We can either approach goals from a place of fear or love, and respectively, can either create more joy or more frustration.

When we approach goals from a place of fear, we fall into a trap of using goal setting as another opportunity to measure our worth externally. The underlying fear is that we are not good enough as we are; that we need to “fix” some broken part of ourselves.

The truth is, your worth does not fluctuate whether or not you achieve a goal.

According to the Yoga Sutras, there is a part of all of us that is unchanging. Call it Spirit, Soul, Highest Self, there is a part of you that is pure, radiant and lovable…always. This is Purusha.

When you remember that Purusha is who you really are, you can work to create positive change that uplifts your life, while simultaneously embracing yourself with unconditional love and acceptance. From this loving place, you know with certainty that you are worthy regardless of whether or not you execute an intended goal.

Focus on action vs outcome

Yoga is about being the hero of our lives, but that doesn’t mean that we can dictate how events unfold. We learn through the tools of the practice to cultivate Viveka, discernment, so we can decipher between what we can and cannot control.

Events + Response = Outcome

In the above formula, we cannot control the events of our lives and we cannot control the outcome, but we still have jurisdiction over one key element: our response! You can influence the outcome by changing your response, that’s where your power lies.

When creating a goal, choose to focus on this piece of the puzzle. Setting a goal to lose 10 pounds is an outcome-oriented goal. If you want to lose 10 pounds, what actions do you have full control over that would lead to this outcome? An action-oriented goal would be to exercise for 30 minutes a day 5 days a week. This approach puts the power in your hands: fulfill your commitment to the action, and celebrate your success! The pounds either come off, or they don’t, but you successfully achieved your goal.

Combining your focus on action with being grounded in self love, will bring more levity to your journey of transformation. Try it on and let me know how it goes!


Why I’m Obsessed With The Yoga Sutras & You Should Be Too

The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali are the foundational text on Yoga that date back to 400CE or later. They are a compilation of 195 short phrases full of wisdom that provide insights on how to avoid suffering and cultivate sustained joy.

In a world that seems to be continually creating separation between groups of people and ways of thinking, I adore the fact that the Sutras are available and applicable to everyone!

Although the Sutras are a part of Vedic tradition, the tools outlined in this text can be practiced whether or not you ascribe to a particular religion or not. The Sutras describe a wide variety of tools to support the Yogi in arriving to a state of Samadhi, or bliss. Having a god consciousness is one of the options, but it is just that: an option. Whether or not you have a god consciousness, the wisdom of the Sutras pair beautifully with any worldview.

As someone who received a degree in Psychology, I have always been fascinated with the mind, how it works, and how it influences our experiences. Before I found my practice, I was riddled with anxiety and depression and felt confused and helpless. When I began practicing Yoga, my relationship with my inner world changed dramatically: I became more courageous, more serene, and ready to take on whatever life sent my way. The Yoga Sutras gave me clarity on why my life was changing so much thanks to Yoga; they helped me understanding that Yoga is in fact a practice of the mind, and the body is simply a tool of the practice! My love for the Sutras has grown over the years as I implement the wisdom into my daily life and witness suffering be replaced with joy!

The Sutras provide a roadmap for life. They provide insight into life’s big questions like how can we best respond to people in pain, how can we nurture our relationships, and what are the causes of suffering.

I believe wholeheartedly that anyone who is teaching Yoga should have a strong understanding of these teachings. My desire is for everyone who is on a journey of personal growth and healing to develop an eclectic set of tools so they can be the hero of their own lives. We learn from the Sutras that we have the ability to co-create our reality, and this belief can be the launching point for monumental positive change!

Want to learn more? Listen to my interview on Curious Monki Podcast on your iTunes app or click here.

Reiki: What is it & How Can it Serve You?

If you live in a community of Yogis, it is likely that you have at least heard of Reiki. When I first heard about Reiki years ago, I had a hard time conceptualizing such a seemingly abstract practice. Once I experienced Reiki first hand, it clicked for me and I fell in love.

Knowing how special the practice can be, and how difficult it can be to understand, allow me an attempt at describing Reiki in as much simplicity as possible so you can decide if you want to pursue an experience for yourself and learn more!

What is Reiki?

Reiki is a Japanese healing modality that works on both a physical and subconscious level. It is based on the principle that there is a life force energy, called “Ki,” that moves through all living things and is necessary for optimal health. According to this way of see the world, physical, emotional, and mental illness or obstacles are symptoms of a lack of Ki flowing freely.

Reiki is an incredibly relaxing experience for both practitioner and student and pairs beautifully with massage, acupuncture, asana and even skin care! If you want the most blissful facial of your life, you definitely want to check out Robin Marie in Orange County, California!

Reiki & Yoga

Although it is not connected to Yoga in any way, the principles of Reiki and Yoga align so cohesively that it has become common for these two tools to be used together in the pursuit of holistic health.

Both practices are founded on an understanding that we have many layers to our being and the physical body is only one aspect of the Self. Both modalities use a model of seeing the energy body as having multiple centers (Chakras) through which life force (Ki in Reiki or Prana in Yoga) flows and restores the natural functions of the body, heart, and spirit, thus promoting self-healing and self-realization.

The difference for me between the two healing methods is that the healing I have experienced through Yoga has occurred primarily on a mental level whereas Reiki has helped me heal the more subtle, subconscious, energetic wounds I’ve carried.

How does Reiki work?

Reiki attunement is when Ki is transferred from master to pupil in different degrees or stages. During this process, Reiki is transmitted into all seven major chakras, or energy centers, as well as the hands. At this point the pupil becomes a healer; a channel through which Reiki energy will flow.

When a practitioner has been attuned, he or she is able to facilitate the flow of Ki by “laying hands” on a client. Reiki flows into the healer’s crown chakra through the third eye, throat, and heart chakras and then into the palms. The energy flows from the healer’s palms into a person or object providing them with great life force and love. No matter how Reiki is shared, master-to-pupil or practitioner-to-client, Reiki will restore the natural functions of the body, heart, and spirit, thus promoting self-healing and self-realization. Reiki brings balance and health.

Thank You Suri

What I understand about Reiki and the healing I have experienced is all thanks to my Reiki Master Suriderpal “Suri” Kaur. You can learn more about Suri and her special ability to facilitate healing at or connect on Facebook & Instagram.