Dr. Rosanne Bostonian, with over two decades of dedicated service in the therapeutic community, brings a wealth of expertise to her role. She holds a Bachelor's degree in Biology, along with Master's and Ph.D. degrees in Psychology.
Renowned for her exceptional ability to convey abstract concepts with a touch of humor, metaphor, and poetic language, Rosanne goes beyond the realm of words to facilitate healing. Through Essential Spirit, she introduces alternative therapeutic modalities that integrate Reiki and Reflexology.
Recognizing the significance and effectiveness of the energetic dimension in healing, Rosanne employs Reiki—a gentle touch energy healing practice—alongside foot reflexology and Essential Oils. The harmonious combination of these modalities creates a potent healing environment, fostering overall well-being.
February 19, 2024
Easily Letting Go
The image of Mary holding the crucified body of her Son is a riveting metaphor. The Pieta sculpture is mesmerizing because it represents the ability to love that which appears hopelessly damaged. But the other side of the coin is Life Everlasting in the Resurrection. I was thinking about our fragility and how worthy…
February 3, 2024
Global Warning
Who convinced us that we’re the superior species? And who said subjective thinking was all that and a bag of chips!? The Buddhists say that the thinking mind is most functional when it’s the servant of consciousness and does a really poor job when our thoughts rule us. Observing the rationale these days exhibited by…
December 27, 2023
The Shadow of Memories
I like Antiques Roadshow, except when an episode spontaneously appears in my closet. I have clothes from every size and stage of my life. This is partially because I hate clothes shopping. Whoever designed the fitting rooms with their obviously distorted mirrors and brassy lighting has a sadistic side. Don’t even start me on bathing…
November 14, 2023
Sitting with our Fears
As many of you are, I am a seeker of Truth as It expresses Itself in this world we mistakenly call reality. That was a mouthful! What I know from studies in psychology and spiritual study is that layers of what we think we know, what we think is “me” gradually peel off and leave…
September 10, 2023
For Love of Teaching
I remember being in the back of a classroom as a student teacher. I watched the master teacher while looking at the backs of my students. When it was my turn to step up to the podium, it was a shock. They were all looking at me. They were waiting and nothing would happen until…
July 5, 2023
For the Love of Life (Just as it Is)
We humans have a conditional love of Life. We love Life when nice things are happening. We love Life when we are showered with our hearts’ desires. We seem to believe that we are entitled to Life as WE define it, without hurts, troubles, mistakes and other unpleasant “surprises.” When Life deals out its challenges,…
May 23, 2023
Religious v. Spiritual
I’ve been asked a number of times about the difference between religion and spirituality. Since there are increasing numbers of people that claim to be spiritual, but not religious, it’s a valid question. The way I think about this is that religion is a road map, a set of directions that keeps us on course,…
May 7, 2023
Mystery Abounds
There is nothing new in the world, just the echo of wisdom stated and restated in a variety of traditions and languages. What is there about our thinking brains that prevents us from yielding to truths greater than those known in our very small, individual lives? No doubt that what we see and hear enters…
April 24, 2023
That’s the way life is, so that’s the way I am
With our big brains and learning capacities, we figure out the way life is. Once we’ve established the way life is, we attribute our feelings, our relationships, and our sensibilities accordingly. There is a surrender to the way life was and it automatically becomes the way life is and will always be. A simpler…
March 13, 2023
The Language of Color
When I was a little girl my father, an artist, would ask “What color are the clouds?” I would say “white” and he would smile. This went on for years and I remember thinking how silly it was. The clouds were obviously white! I thought of it as our little endearing game. When I was…