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August 20, 2010
OF TIME, TWEETS AND SOULS FLYING FREE

With all the Facebook, Tweets and Twits stuff going on, I sometimes feel like it's all too much. Just give me a real live human being with whom to converse while sitting in the shade of the redwood tree in my own front yard. No computers, no cell phones, nothing that needs rebooting or recharging! (Except me!)
 
Especially this week, I feel deep appreciation for the simple things in life....and for life itself.

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Earlier this week, I spent nearly 72 hours with a dear woman named Jean, a former client. I had the honor of playing the role of "spiritual midwife" as she transitioned from her body. She'd been valiantly dealing with cancer for several years, and at age 74, it was now time to let go, and move on.

After many long hours, during which her body and soul prepared themselves for this transition, I was gifted to be at her side at the moment of release. I was able to witness the look of indescribable joy and awe that shone through her barely opened eyelids in the instant before she left her body.

She'd been unconscious for the better part of three days, so for her to return to awareness just enough to reveal that beauty to me - and to her daughter, Sherrie, who was on her other side - was an unspeakably precious gift.

I don't know precisely what Jean experienced in that moment, but I do know she wanted us to know it was beautiful beyond imagining. A single tear rolled down her parched cheek, and then she was gone.

Sherrie and I sat wide-eyed, feeling an indescribable awe and Lightness of Being, as we both cried and laughed and hugged across her mom's now-uninhabited body.  Then, I turned and softly played "Amazing Grace" on my crystal singing bowls, as Jean's soul flew free. 

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So, although time marches on at an ever-increasing rate here on this earthly plane, I've been freshly reminded that what truly matters knows not the bounds of time, nor the confines of the body. Who we truly are could never be expressed in a tweet, a twit, a blog, or a book of any kind - Face or otherwise!  

As the birds flutter amongst the branches above me, singing their songs with joyful abandon, I find myself joyfully reflecting that each of us has a unique song to sing... and wings with which to fly. 

I am blessed with that knowing. I wish for you the same blessing.

Namaste.

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July 25, 2009
WHAT MIGHT YOU BE MISSING?


This thought-provoking story made its way into my email inbox for the sixth or seventh time the other day. I re-read it, and it really struck a chord ('scuse the pun!) with me, during this particularly busy time. In fact, I wanted to learn a little more about the background of the story, so I googled it. The time I'd alotted for a "quick blog entry" turned into a fascinating hour and a half of reading, writing and reflecting. (Actually rather apros pos, considering the story's content!)

I'd highly encourage you to check out the original Washington Post article....fascintating stuff. I offer the condensed story here, as a "teaser": 

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Washington DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. 

He played six classical pieces for about forty-five minutes. During that time, over a thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

At 3 minutes, after sixty-three people had already passed obliviously by, a middle-aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried on.

At 4 minutes: The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in his open case without stopping, as she walked past.

At 6 minutes: A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and continued on his way.

At 10 minutes: A three-year-old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly, as he stood there looking at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced them to move on.

For 45 minutes, the musician played. Only 7 people, total, stopped and stayed for at least one minute. 27 gave him money, but most continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. 1,070 other people hurried by, few even noticing his presence.

He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this: The violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a Stradivarius - a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell had sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

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This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities. 

The questions raised: in a commonplace environment, in the midst of day-to-day busyness, do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize talent or genius in an unexpected context?

The most fundamental question raised by this experiment might be:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ....What else might we be missing?

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Indeed. May your (and my!) life never be so busy that we miss the beauty that surrounds and fills us.

Namaste.

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