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The Reikist
The Slow Burn
Year of the Fire Horse, and everything the delay built.
The year the energy moved
Every year I build a small altar in the corner of my room for whichever animal of the Chinese zodiac the year belongs to. There is a golden figure of the animal, red envelopes, couplets in gold on the wall, and my abundance and money corner, which lives there anyway.
Every year until this one, it has been motionless. Gold, glittering, catching whatever light came through the window by sitting perfectly still and waiting for it.
This year was different. This year I hung three lanterns from the ceiling.
One is yellow with cherry blossoms. One is red with a running horse on it, outlined in gold foil. One is smaller and red, higher up, with a gold horse that catches the light. They have tassels. I live in Hawaii, the windows are always open, the ceiling fan is always going, and so the lanterns sway a little in the breeze, all day, every day.
2026 is the Year of the Fire Horse, and the last one was 1966.
Feng shui is largely the practice of getting energy to move through a space rather than pool in it. In all the years of building these corners I have never once made one that moves.
I made it this year. The year I spent standing still.
July 2025
None of this starts with a business.
It starts with my back.
In July 2025, I injured it badly enough that the life I knew disappeared. I could no longer do the work I loved. My world contracted to the size of my home, and suddenly I was there almost all the time with my Chiweenie, Jambi.
He had never had separation anxiety. Twelve years without a problem. Then I was home every day. He adjusted to it. Leaving for appointments became something neither of us handled well.
Knowing I could not stay home forever, I decided to find him a dog of his own.
I searched rescue sites for about a month before I found Bitty.
Jambi and I went to "just look."
Obviously, we came home with her.
She was the smallest dog there. She had already been adopted once and returned less than eighteen hours later because she was too frightened for anyone to touch her. That was exactly why I chose her.
She was born beneath a house and lived there for the first six months of her life. After that, she spent roughly a year in a travel crate inside a caravan. Her hips and lower back were still sore from it.
Somebody hurt her.
I know that because something as ordinary as picking up a hairbrush still makes her cower and shake.
Through all of it, I could still see her light.
That's why I named her Dazzle.
How the Reiki came back
By the beginning of this year I was in a bad downward spiral. Injured, out of work, and no longer living the life I once recognized.
Reiki was not a business plan. Reiki was something I reached for because I was desperate to help myself.
Before long I was sitting with Jambi and Dazzle as well, because there is no version of me being calm in a house where one dog is anxious and the other flinches at hairbrushes. I gave Dazzle a quiet place of her own and let her decide when to come out of it. Some days that meant a short stretch of being petted before she trotted back to her corner, which is exactly where I wanted her to be. Her newfound safe haven.
Nothing about it was dramatic. Just three souls sharing a room that grew quieter.
The idea of a business did not exist yet. That came later, and it came out of this.
February
My mother is a Horse. Every Horse year I think of her before I think of anything else.
She was born in 1942, which makes her a Water Horse, and she raised me to think for myself and stand up for my beliefs. She let me make my own choices and be wrong about a fair number of them. She has always worked hard and been rigorously moral, and she has believed in me continuously, including through this year. Independence, confidence, and the refusal to be talked out of things all came from her.
Then February arrived, and several things happened at once.
I decided to take Reiki refresher courses: ICRT Reiki I and II, and Animal Reiki Practitioner I and II, even though I had already earned my Reiki Master and Animal Reiki Practitioner certifications in 2016.
Somewhere during that month, Vitalis Light was born as an idea.
I did not expect that.
A part of me I had not fully met before suddenly had the courage to build something entirely my own.
The Fire Horse comes once every sixty years. It arrived the same month this business did.
I do not believe that was a coincidence.
I believe it arrived exactly when I was finally ready to stop building someone else's life and begin building my own.
Whether you believe in Chinese astrology or not almost doesn't matter. We all have moments when something quietly asks us to become more ourselves than we were the day before.
February became that moment for me.
What I wrote down
Here is part of what I put in that corner, in my own handwriting.
I move through this year with courage, speed, and inspired action. Opportunities recognize me, open for me, and move me forward at exactly the right time. This is my year of forward motion, empowered choice, and fearless expression. I ride the Fire Horse with mastery, confidence, and joy. My fire is alive, my path is clear, and my future unfolds brilliantly before me. I honor both movement and balance, knowing when to act and when to pause.
I meant all of it, and I had a very particular picture of how it would look. The site goes live, the bookings come, the whole thing takes off in a fiery fury, because that is what a Fire Horse year does.
What arrived instead was a payment processor that shut me down, a checkout that would not process, a build team who stopped answering, and month after month of a business that existed everywhere except the one place a customer could actually buy something.
Not a stampede. A standstill.
What a horse actually does
The thing that turned my year around did not come from a zodiac chart. It came from horses.
We borrowed the horse as a symbol of speed and kept only the half that flattered us. Consider what the animal actually does with a day.
A horse in natural conditions spends around 15 to 16 hours grazing, roughly 60 percent of every 24, taking a few mouthfuls, stepping forward, taking a few more. 5 to 7 hours go to resting. 1 or 2 more are spent watching the horizon.
A horse sleeps 3 to 5 hours, and about 80 percent of that standing up. There is an arrangement of tendons and ligaments called the stay apparatus that locks the legs so the animal can doze upright at almost no muscular cost, ready to move instantly. Dreaming requires lying down, and a horse needs only about half an hour of it. In a herd, while some lie flat, one stays standing and keeps watch.
On a hot day a horse goes to the shade. Researchers who measured this found short trips, around 6 minutes at a time, roughly 17 times a day.
Now the speed. An average gallop is about 27 miles an hour. The fastest racehorse ever recorded was a two-year-old filly named Winning Brew, clocked at 43.97 miles an hour in 2008. Quarter Horses have hit 55 in a sprint.
A horse can hold a gallop for about 2 miles.
2 miles. That is the whole of it. Everything else in that animal's life is grazing, standing, dozing on its feet, and walking into the shade.
A horse spends nearly all of its life standing still. That is not the horse resting between the real parts. That is the horse.
The speed is real, it is available in a heartbeat, and it exists precisely because the animal spent the rest of the day not using it.
The slow burn
So what did the standstill actually build?
Had that site gone live in March the way I wanted, Vitalis Light would be a fraction of what it is now.
No retail collection. No wholesale program. No library of writing. No boarding partnerships. None of the scope.
I would have spent the year taking bookings for a practice I had not yet finished thinking through.
Instead, I found a teacher.
My February training was thorough, and I do not regret a minute of it. It also left me wanting something I could not name at first. The source. The root. The tradition underneath the tradition.
Then I found a teacher in a fourth-generation Japanese lineage, teaching the way it has always been taught.
It is taught slowly.
In order.
Over time.
I completed Shoden. I am finishing Okuden now. Shinpiden comes after. There is no way to hurry any of it, because the whole point is that there is no way to hurry it.
Haste makes waste.
The slow burn is the best burn.
Thoroughness is where confidence comes from.
Not the performed kind.
The real kind.
The kind that lets you walk into a difficult room and remain steady because you know exactly what you are holding.
I would not have had that if the year had unfolded the way I wanted in February.
I would have been fast.
I would have been hollow.
What the fire was
The affirmation in my corner has a line I skipped straight past in February.
I honor both movement and balance, knowing when to act and when to pause. I remain grounded as my fire rises, centered as momentum increases.
I wrote that down.
Then I spent months annoyed that nothing was moving.
The fire arrived exactly on schedule.
I was simply watching for the wrong thing.
I had accepted the same easy translation most of us do. Fire Horse means speed, the way horse means galloping.
Neither is true.
A horse standing in a field with one hip cocked is not waiting to become a horse.
It already is one.
The speed is always there.
The stillness is what makes the speed possible.
My year of forward motion turned out to be a year of standing still, and it built a practice I would never have built otherwise.
Deeper training in a lineage that cannot be rushed.
A business with a shape I actually believe in.
Work I would never have had the steadiness to take on in a hurry.
Above all of it, three lanterns swing in the trade winds, in the first altar I have ever built that moves, in the year I could not.
The fire is not the running.
The fire is what is available when the running is finally needed.
The fire is not the running. The fire is what is available when the running is finally needed.
Sixty years until the next Fire Horse.
I intend to be ready long before that.
Six months left in this one.
This horse is ready to run...
Carrie K Kelley is a Reiki Master and Animal Reiki Practitioner, certified in 2016, with over thirty years in animal care. She practices traditional Japanese Usui Reiki and is the founder of Vitalis Light. Reiki is offered as a complementary practice, always alongside veterinary care, never as a replacement for it.
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