Page 6 of Big Pitch Energy

I sat and shifted until my legs hung off the edge of the table. Rubbing the back of my neck, I tried to process what had just happened.

She handed me a glass of water, and I took it with a nod. Its coolness steadied me, each sip drawing me a little more back into myself. She didn’t rush me, just stood nearby, calm and quiet. I finished the water and rested the empty glass against my thigh.

“I didn’t think I’d feel anything,” I said. “But it was like…I don’t know. Like I couldfeelmy fastball again. Not in my arm, not physically.” I shook my head. “I know I’m not making sense.”

“You’re actually making total sense.” She took the glass from me and set it on the table before settling onto the couch. “There’s significant congestion in your elbow.”

“Congestion?”

“Energy blockage,” she said. “It’s quite dense. Like a knot in the flow.”

I wasn't sure what to make of her words. Part of me wanted to dismiss the whole experience as woo-woo bullshit, but I couldn't deny that something had happened during the session, even if I didn't understand what.

“So, what now?”

“Now you let yourself believe that rehab doesn’t only happen in a gym. And that you’re not broken, just recalibrating.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, soft and calm as ever. “I think with a few more sessions, we’ll be able to loosen up that block and get the energy flowing again.”

I’m not sure it’s that simple, but honestly, I have nothing to lose. At the very least, I feel more relaxed.

“Okay.”

“Are you available Friday, same time?” I nodded. “Great, I’ll see you then.”

I hopped off the table, suddenly eager to be out of the small, intimate room.

She must have sensed my unease, because she stood and opened the door. I followed her through the studio, toward the front door.

After slipping into my sneakers, I stood and faced her.

“Thank you for the session,” I said.

“My pleasure.” Her professional demeanor matched my formal tone. “I hope you found it beneficial.”

“It was...interesting.”

The bell over the door chimed as I stepped out, the sound following me into the crisp November air. I pulled the door shut behind me and headed toward my car, the chill settling in around me.

As I drove home, I found myself replaying the session in my mind. The odd sensations. The moment of emotional tightness. The way my body had relaxed so completely under her care. And beneath it all, the unexpected awareness of her as a woman. Her graceful movements, delicate hands that somehow radiated heat, and the subtle floral scent that surrounded her.

I shook my head to clear those last thoughts. Right now, the most important thing is getting my fastball back. I can’t get distracted by a pretty new age healer.

Hope

I stared at the spreadsheet on my laptop screen, the numbers blurring together as my mind drifted for the third time in as many minutes. The studio's quarterly finances needed my attention, but all I could think about was yesterday's Reiki session with Sam.

The way his energy responded to mine still lingered in my fingertips. In my five years as a Reiki master, I'd neverexperienced anything like it. Usually, when I hover my hands over someone's body, I sense their energy as distinct patterns, sometimes jagged and chaotic when they're stressed, or sluggish and heavy when they're depressed. With most clients, I feel their essence as something separate from mine, like distinct musical notes that I can hear and influence but that remain fundamentally different from my own sound.

With Sam, it had been different. The moment my hands had positioned above his chest, I felt like our energies were harmonizing frequencies that recognized each other. His chakras had been surprisingly open for someone who supposedly didn't believe in “this kind of stuff.” After wading through his protective layers, I’d felt such warmth, particularly in his heart chakra.

A quick knock sounded at my office door, and as I looked up, Ava stepped inside and closed it behind her.

“Still crunching numbers?” she asked.

I crinkled my nose.

“Yeah.”

“Need any help?”

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