Songs of the Earth - My Song

A very dear friend of mine called me up last night and asked if I'd like to go out for some custard. (DUH!!!! - Is the sky blue?!?!!) She came to pick me up and when she did, she also gave me two wonderful newspaper articles that she had cut out with me in mind. The first one was about an engineer in California by the name of Mark Fischer who is using technology to turn whales' communication to each other into visual images. You can read more here. The mandalas to the left are some of the beautiful images created by the whales' songs.

Yesterday I also stumbled upon this website by Todd Mangum, MD, that discusses our own Chakras (i.e. energy centers within our body). In this piece he tells the following brief story: "A number of years ago I heard a tape which had crickets chirping over a background of what I thought was a choir chanting. A few moments into this beautiful mix a woman explained that what was being heard was not a choir at all but was also the same crickets whose sound had been slowed down to a frequency resonant to that of a human. The effect was stunning. Their point was to show that the natural world and all of creation exists in a constant state of praise and gratitude. That this is our natural state. It is not in praise of some being far removed, but in praise of being itself. That in fact the sound of praise, emitted in a million different ways through vibration, creates the universe."

The day before yesterday I was reading Pearl's blog (again! - I swear she is like a multivitamin for me in the morning!) and she was talking about how much she loved this sailing trip she went on, even though she got respectfully sea sick, and proceeded to be quite motion sick well into the evening. It was something about the way she was writing that story... The gratitude that shined through her writing even about a time when the average person (me!) would have probably (definitely) been reduced to a shivering, whiny, pasty-white mess.

Later, during that same day I went to the grocery store. I was feeling at about 8.78 on a scale of 1 to 10 (ten being off the charts) "anxious, teary and freaked out" about our up-coming move and about trying to sell our house (having just lowered the price - again.... and pain in chest about that starting - again). I was walking around the fruit isles, and saw a young man, about my age, being led around by one of the bagging girls. He was blind. He was talking to the girl helping him about how he thinks he might want to get into teaching, and "oh, by the way, can we get some peaches too? I love peaches."

Now, sometimes when the Universe hits me with the proverbial two-by-four on the side of the head, I can actually be dense enough to carry on as if nothing significant had happened. But then, sometimes, (usually at these times of said "denseness"), the Universe sees it fit for me to be on the receiving end of the proverbial lumber yard falling down on my entire being. At that point I usually do sit down for a bit, take a breath, brush off the saw dust, and look around. Needless to say, my state of "freaked-outedness" went from 8.78 to a 1.6 (I'm working on it!) in a fairly swift manner...

My lesson these days? The same as any other day of my life - only I am taking one of those "express courses" at the moment. Gratitude. Faith. Humility. Love. (Repeated about 674 times.) To live my life in a constant State of Prayer and Thanks. To be in awe of the beauty and miracle of our existence, and to affirm it through my actions in every moment. To breathe peace and compassion into this world to all the living beings. To step outside of myself and to extend my spirit to those who need it.

The quote on my tea bag tag today says; "Mental expansion is found in the inspiration we give to each other." May you be an inspiration to someone today.

Love and Light,
Tia