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What Your Soul Sings

Woke up a few days ago to this song that I had never heard before. It echoed with the thoughts that I most needed to hear at the moment (of course, since I sense that the Universe always provides what serves for our growth), because there are times when in an effort to ‘find myself’, I lose myself in wheel spinning, co-dependence. As a child who was showered with love and approval for being a  precocious high achiever, people pleaser. I believed; perhaps on an unconscious level, that if I wanted to keep receiving that nourishing energy, I better oughta keep doing what I thought of as ‘The Shirley Temple tap dance.’ The adults around me never even knew that these thoughts were going on in my head and to this day, I still carry them, even as I do my best to off-load them since they keep me from being genuine.

I have long been in the ‘people business’, as a social worker/minister/journalist/motivational speaker and am called on to be aware of the dynamics between myself and others in order to keep these relationships honest. Transparency is important to me, as I am allowing for the full human experience. Keeping up appearances takes alot of energy. I was engaged in a ‘battle royale’ with my 24 year son recently over a difference in world view. Although he was raised by two sorta hippie parents (until age 11 when my husband/his dad died), with tree hugging, Law of Attraction values, there are times when you woulda thought he grew up with cynical, see the cup as half empty parents, since that is his perception at times. Then I realized that each of us, for whatever reason, has our own destiny to live out and perhaps his is to do whatever he is doing for as long as he chooses to do it and his soul song may be quite different from mine. The intention I hold is that at least they play in harmony and not cacophany.

 

What Your Soul Sings

by Massive Attack

Don’t be afraid

Open your mouth and say
Say what your soul sings to you

Your mind can never change
Unless you ask it to
Lovingly re-arrange
The thoughts that make you blue
The things that bring you down
Only do harm to you
And so make your choice joy
The joy belongs to you

And when you do
You’ll find the one you love is you
You’ll find you
Love you

Don’t be ashamed no
To open your heart and pray
Say what your soul sings to you

So no longer pretend
That you can’t feel it near
That tickle on your hand
That tingle in your ear
Oh ask it anything
Because it loves you dear
It’s your most precious king
If only you could hear

And when you do
You’ll find the one you need is you
You’ll find you
Love you


http://youtu.be/8jRzm3dJ-_c  What Your Soul Sings by Massive Attack



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