[Blog (Non-channeled) May, 2010]

Song is universal. It connects us to a larger place within ourselves, and it connects us to one another. Through human history, we have connected to shared experience, grief, sorrow, joy, and anger through shared song. Song is in our cells, in our embedded memory.

Most children sing naturally and easily unless song is acculturated out of them by misunderstanding parents (shh! Stop that noise!) or well-meaning parents (That’s wonderful! You need lessons, and a coach, and costumes, and WE’LL MAKE YOU A STAR!). As a result, I have few memories of singing as a child. It wasn’t encouraged, and there was a huge specter of competition with anything musical. My mother was a trained singer and could have either gone into opera or classical piano had she not married and had children. The comparisons were obvious and painful whenever I tried something musical at home.

I discovered joy in singing in high school. I sang easily and naturally, and loved the group-high from lifting shared voices to create music and emotion. Plus, unlike the flute (I was good but loathed practicing) I could be good at it without effort. Score! And the singers were a different group from band. My tribe.

[Blog (Non-channeled) April 2010]

Today is my birthday. This may be one of the best birthdays I’ve ever had. For one thing, I had no expectations other than to do the things I wanted to do in the moment. Ahh. And for another, I felt wonderfully held and blessed by all the wonderful people around me, near and far. Like you.

Like a kitten, Matthew awoke me at 6 am this morning. “Open your presents!” I’m wearing one of them now, a gorgeous malachite pendant, teardrop-shaped (but reminding me more of an upside-down heart, pointing toward my face) with the kind of concentric circles I visualize when feeling all the connections emanating out from within my heartspace. It’s a beautiful piece, and exactly right.

My gifts are too numerous to count. Each one was perfect.

[Blog (Non-channeled) April 2010]

I’ve been receiving clear messages that things are about to change for me in a number of ways. Some of this is overt, tangible, and most definitely physical plane oriented. But to a larger degree the change will be about what’s going on inside me — my process, and even more important, how I move with all the physical plane changes.

It’s very clear, then, that there will soon be a period of going inward for me. Introspection. Focusing on my Self and my body. Feeling what it is to be Me.

I am welcoming this time as renewal. It’s an opportunity to be with myself in a way I haven’t done before, even when I was meditating 10 hours a day. In a way it feels like a welcome respite.

I talked the other day about True Rest. There is something so very restful about simply being with oneself, no further demands other than to be in THIS moment, now. You can do this anywhere — airports, parks, conferences. Even amongst busyness and energetic chatter you can nest inside the quiet space that is You.