Be Love

Take away your life's work.  Take away where you live.  Take away those classes, those teachers, those hallowed institutions which bestow more letters to your name. Take away all that you would have others believe you are.  Take off the martyrdom of scars from the past. Take away all the decorations and accolades and the masks.  Especially the masks! Deceit, lies, charades that inflict deep scars on others not to mention your own soul, off with their heads!   Keep the mirror, the sky, the trees, the sunlight, the blades of grass and bending flowers, the ocean's scent on the fierce stormy gales, the cawing of mid-day blackbirds as they watch you play your game.  Keep the heart, the love, the light, the knowing I Am.  Cease trying to convince all of your goodness, your rightness, your purity, your enlightenment.  Strip down to the essence of what is.  Cease the talk of noble poets and writers crowned. Speak your own words. Crown your own soul. Discover and Be. Donning exotic attire makes you no more spiritual than your quoted unoriginal musings. Shake your finger at yourself and then laugh. Laugh at the joke you play on yourself. Love that you can. When you are secure in this, your need for garnishments falls away. And the highest honor of being is Love. Not looking like Love, not talking about Love, not anything but being Love. Love requires no adornments, no titles, no gurus, no piousity or trappings. Love can only fill your soul when you are empty of all her imitators.  Love. Love One Another.  You can only live it when you have done what it costs to Be Love.

Life or Death decision

It has taken another friend's blog to get me to write in my own blog after waaay too long.  My friend is faced with a life or death decision, literally.  And more specifically it comes down to what kind of life or what kind of death she prefers.  Yeah, we all prefer to live healthy, live long and prosper, and then die peacefully in our sleep knowing we have not left one thing unsaid or undone.  Anyway, her writing got me thinking more about my writing.  I seem to have one recurring admonition from my heart the past two years, and that is to keep writing.  Writing, in whatever form, is now proven by "them" to be healthy for us whether as journaling(we used to call this "dear diary" when I was a kid) or writing poetry, our life stories or fictional stuff.  A lengthy session with a numerologist, a detailed session with an astrologer, and several encouraging emails and actual hand-written notes from students and friends over the past six months have specifically encouraged me to write, write, write.  Heck, even in our little writer's support group, fellow writers have encouraged me and been quite kind in critiquing my essays, poems and flash fiction.  And, that brings me back to my friend I mentioned.  She, too, has been writing for some time.  We have all been encouraging her to get published or to at least start a blog or write more in her notes on her facebook page. Just do it! Anything!  Finally she is doing it, and I am believing it will be one of the best things she could do for her health at this difficult time...not just the writing, but sharing it with a lot more people.  What will it take for you, dear reader, to step out and share that one unshared gift with the rest of us?  How much longer will you delay?  How many excuses will you use to keep you from doing it?  Is it the fear or self-discipline or lack of knowledge ?  Mostly I write these questions for my own benefit, you see.  Looking in the mirror.  What a gift my friend has given in choosing to step out and write about the biggest and most difficult decision of her life.  Thank you, Georgianna.  I wish for you many more years of sharing your gifts, whatever decision you make. And may we all have the courage and wisdom to do what we must.

Georgie's blog and facebook page have the same title: How To Make Hash Out of Your Life (her original book is a recipe book/autobiography combined!)      howimadehash.blogspot.com  is her blog link.

Overdue

Things have been wild and crazy so far this year. How about you?
Sound and Vibrational Therapy Classes and workshops have been going well, and if there is any song that come to mind at all about that it would be The Sound of Music. "My heart will be blessed with the sound of music, and I'll sing once more."  Music is not only songs. It is so much more.  The music of the universe encompasses all sound....

more about that later...and the powerful energy of Sound, the energy of creation. Sound, the final frontier!

A new year of sound, song and silence

Someone wrote that each day of the new year is a blank page, pure with no blemishes just waiting for our entry, for our mark.  We often gather up our memories at this time of year and think back to what has gone before.  For me it brings to mind specific songs identified with both happy and sad moments of the past.  As I sang to my new baby granddaughter last evening going from one song to the next I found myself singing some songs I sang to my children.  If music is anything, it is the connector of our souls to memories, and the feelings we had at the time those memories were made.  The joy.  The Joy !   The power and continuity of a song to connect a memory of joy and hope from over 40 years ago to that same joy and hope in the now. 

What song is in your heart today?  Is it one of joy?  or sorrow? or somewhere in between perhaps.  Name it. Relish the memory to which it connects you.  When my time of crossing over, I have specific songs to be played quietly in the background.  We come into this place on a beautiful wave of sound, and we shall leave the same way.  I have read this somewhere and it so resonated with me I knew it to be true. 

People are reading this blog and clicking on the comments, yet no one has left a name or signed up to follow on a regular basis, and that's okay.  I am glad you are reading, and hope that you are enjoying them, being inspired perhaps, or taking something from them to give you hope or courage or insight for the moment.  Bless you. Listen to the music.

The Sound of Silence

Do you hear it?  It's a beautiful thing.  Your ears are not going to hear sounds outside of the range of 20-20,000 Hz, but your body will.  Right down to every little cell. Sound is experienced all through your body.  Think of ultrasound....it is soundwaves, but you don't hear them. 

Hello darkness my old friend. I've come to talk with you again. Simon and Garfunkel's song. Powerful.  Like silence.  

Japanese Sandman

"That" was the name of the song going through my head I wrote about previously. (in case you wanted to know!) Thanks to my Mother who knew what it was after I hummed just the first line to her.

I woke up this morning with the same song in my head for the past three mornings, and it's funny because I do not know the name of the song nor the words, but I can hear that melody over and over and over and over. It's from the 1920's, upbeat, and quite repetitive.  All I can think of are flappers dancing merrily about on the dance floor without a care in the world.  Is that my "message?"  Maybe lately I have been trying too hard and caring too much about things that I can't do much about anyway.  Yep, I think that's what it is.  Got it.  Short and sweet.  (and sometimes a little slow...)