Advertisement

The Bliss Blog

The Bliss Blog

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…”

Advertisement

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.

Advertisement

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

Previous Posts

Pleasurable and Effortless
For much of my life, I have resisted struggling. I know that sounds weird, since on some level, resistance IS struggle. Efforting. Pushing against what is, rather than accepting it. I have often denied that some things are just plain difficult, ...

posted 9:37:02pm Jul. 29, 2015 | read full post »

Facing Life-A Ten Week Journey- Week Seven
I entered into the seventh week of treatment with Debra/Deva Troy  in the modality called Facial Reflex Therapy designed by Lone Sorensen . She has found that when applied, it has assisted with balancing the various biological systems and ...

posted 10:39:19pm Jul. 28, 2015 | read full post »

To Those We Treasure
Awake, truly awake and well rested after a weekend that was filled with laughter and joy, music, friends, dancing, singing, healthy eating and a power nap at the end of a long, sun streaming down day. On Friday night, so began one of my ...

posted 5:16:22pm Jul. 27, 2015 | read full post »

Facing Life-A Ten Week Journey- Week Six
Lately I've been letting emotions flow, and along with them, have come insights that had lay dormant for years.  This session was overseen by Debra/Deva Troy 's teacher Lynn Diehl  for the sixth of ten Facial Reflex Therapy visits. This ...

posted 8:57:21pm Jul. 22, 2015 | read full post »

Planting Seeds
There comes a time in our lives when we are called to face certain truths -- that life unfolds at its own pace and not only as we would wish it to. For 56 years, I have danced the line between believing that hard work and diligence would bring ...

posted 10:42:57am Jul. 21, 2015 | read full post »

Advertisement


Report as Inappropriate

You are reporting this content because it violates the Terms of Service.

All reported content is logged for investigation.