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Whispering Echoes

                                                                             

A new friend named Bobi Watson; a yoga teacher and swimming instructor from Wildood Crest, New Jersey posted this bit of wisdom on facebook and I knew it was going to be fodder for a Bliss Blog entry.

“A compilation of whispering echos calling me to dance and play throughout my day ~ beckoning an order of assimilation and movement, sometimes slow going, sometimes more frenzied ~ Musicality and actuality. I see & hear, feeling what just may be on the horizon is another horizon… Reminded of the old song… The bear went over the mountain… To see what he could see…”

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It spoke to me immediately and created a vision of standing in the midst of a grove with the ‘whispering echoes’ giggling, sounds re-bounding off the trees, stretching skyward and then wafting gracefully down to the moss green grass. Each sound becomes a crooked finger that invited me to join in the frolic. Adapting to the rhythm of the 12 hours that stretched before me. I know that on any given day, I can be faced with the gift of going slowly, and simultaneously needing to move at what seems like that frenzied pace of which Bobi speaks. It is then that I am reminded of what my mother said at times : “The hurrier I go, the behinder I get.” to which I respond by gliding along in speech and action until I can adjust my pace.

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I know too, that we are that music and the hollow reed through which it is played so brilliantly.

The horizon is always waiting and I realize that I have two choices…I can eagerly anticipate what unfolds just beyond it, or I can dread it. There was a time in my life when I would have leaned toward the latter, although I am an optimist by nature. I now think of myself as an ‘opti-mystic’ who sees the Divine Creative Force in all encounters. And like that bear, I am opening my eyes and heart to ‘see what I can see’.

http://youtu.be/RmUp2jyHd9Y   For the eternal child in us all <3

  • http://www.kaivalyabound.com Bobi Watson

    Your use of the crooked finger image conjures a vision of the “wicked” witch’s hands in the wizard of oz… and her ability to fly off on a broom or gaze into a crystal ball while I am realizing the things that have “scared” me have typically become sacred in time. I love what changing a few letters can do! Thank you for “sharing” your stories.

  • http://www.liveinjoy.org Edie Weinstein

    What’s funny about that word, is that I did see it both ways. Crooked as in a beckoning/come hither motion AND crooked as in bent. Sacred and scared are interestingly intertwined as well…cool observation.

    <3 Edie

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