Creating a Sound Healing

I’ve not been around WP much lately. I have really been working at the gong: learning to play it, learning to coax new sounds out of it, different harmonies, different stories to tell. And I’ve been putting together a few people who will join me in creating a sound healing that we can perform in and around this small town.

So far, I have me on the gong, which is the focal point of the meditation. Dan will play the singing crystal bowl and my Tibetan singing bowl. Another friend will play her Tibetan bowls, and perhaps some shakers, bells or other instruments. One more will bring an ocean drum, and a rainstick, and perhaps a couple other drums. We’re going to get together next Wednesday for the first time to see how we do together.

I’ve been writing what I hope will be a good introduction for at least the first few. I can safely assume that most of the people who might come won’t have any experience with this, so I’m trying to explain what it is, how it works, without putting any expectations in people’s heads. I have also been working on a short guided meditation to bring people into the meditation. It will be short, only a few minutes, accompanied by the singing bowls, and will end with the gong coming in low and deep.

Next week I’m going to really begin to look for a place to hold this sound healing. I’m hoping we can be ready by sometime in July. I will offer the sound healing for a donation only, for the first few. Eventually, I want to get to a fixed price of $20 or so. I’ll have to see what the response is to it. I have a few leads on places.

This whole thing is a little outside my comfort zone. I’ve never been comfortable speaking in front of others. But the weird thing is that I am very excited to do this. I don’t really have a fear of it. Maybe because I am pretty sure that the first one will be mostly my friends, from my two groups, the writer’s group and the Spirit Girls. However, the guy who is bringing the drums holds a weekly guided meditation, so he might bring a following from that. At any rate, I don’t (yet, at least!) have any fear of any of this. In fact, I am really excited at the idea of sharing what has been such a healing thing for me with others.

At some point I’ll get back to more writing, and jewelry making. Going down to the boat today, and relax lol. Because that’s something else I’ve not done much of lately.

Love and light to all.

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SoCS: Strain, In All It’s Many Forms

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This post is a response to the SoCS (Stream of Consciousness Saturday) prompt on Linda G. Hill’s website ( https://lindaghill.com/2019/05/10/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-may-11-19/  ) .   The prompt this week is “Strain”.

Strain. Straining. Strained. All three in the last few days.

My normally good humor has been strained, by people who didn’t intend to, but did. I strain to get over it, to put it in the past, and I have been successful, most of the time. For some of the people who strain me, it’s easy to put it in the past. Because usually those people only strain me temporarily, and if I am honest, I strained them too.

For others, it IS in the past. Like people who you have made it a point to exclude from your thoughts and life, and they keep popping up, wanting me to talk to them, or react to them. I strain not to be exacerbated. This is the first time I have even mentioned it, but really, why would you hound someone who clearly hasn’t shown a bit of interest in talking to you in 2 years, despite repeated unsuccessful attempts? UGH. It does strain my good humor, momentarily. It’s not that I am angry, or hurt, or any of the things that I imagine are going through this person’s mind. It’s not that I’m afraid of them, not that I feel they can hurt me at all. I just have no interest in opening the door even a crack to them. They are just a personna-non-grata in my life. My life has moved on, and I am happy, and content with my life just the way it is. I wish they would just leave me alone. I wish that they would just move on, and maybe strain to find someone new in their life, or just make a new friend. It ain’t me, babe, in the words of Bob Dylan.

I played the gong for a bunch of my friends in the last week. Most of them loved it. But some of them strained to deal with the volume that the vibration can put out. It’s ok, it’s not for everyone. But my Spirit Girls all loved it. Others in my writing group loved it. I hope I can bring the kind of healing to others that it has brought me. It is absolutely no strain to play it. I can easily get lost in it. When I am irritated, or otherwise unbalanced, I can play the gong for a while, and literally, the unease, the dis-ease, leaves me. It’s a particularly beautiful and effective when combined with a singing bowl. So, the gong is a way to deal with the emotional strains that we all find ourselves with at times.

I strain to not shoot my mouth off about our Twitter-in-Chief, and his antics. He not only strains every brain cell I have, but he also scares me, because he (I believe) purposefully distracts us with the non-sensical stuff he does, and then gets away with bigger stuff that can hurt us. I’d LOVE to see him removed from office, but if the Dems keep on the course they are on, digging, digging for dirt, they will not find themselves with the most effective candidate for the next election, and he’ll win again. Which I believe he is straining to do, to distract from choosing, and supporting the best candidate as a party and then straining with all our might to elect him and thus throw the man out of the White House. Just my humble opinion.

And then again there’s that physical strain that we all, especially as we grow older, have to deal with. Backs, knees, hips, feet, ankles. I push myself so that I can remain mobile as I age, but RA makes it a real strain at times. My Daniel is still straining to regain full use of his shoulder and arm from surgery he had 7 months ago.

Lots of things strain us. And somethings, are just strained, like pasta. Fresh squeezed orange juice. Or smoothies. Those are things that are wonderful uses for a strainer. And they don’t cause any physical and/or emotional or mental strain.

Tomorrow is Mother’s Day, and it will be no strain for me. We’re getting dinner at a good restaurant and bringing it home, and all I have to do is set Dan’s mother’s table. Don’t have to cart food and dishes back and forth from his house to hers and back. I hope everyone’s Mother’s Day is as wonderful as mine will be.

Love and light to all.

 

 

Here are the rules if you’d like to join in the SoCS prompt:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. I will post the prompt here on my blog every Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The,’” or will simply be a single word to get you started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours.  Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read all of them! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later or go to the previous week by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!

Rising

Sometimes pain just lays in on you.
You don’t even know it’s there.
It can hide real well.
You feel a tweak
You deny.
You deny again.
And again.
And once more.

Then all of a sudden.|
It just lays on you.
Smothering.
Out of hiding
It covers your heart,
Your mind
And it just

Hurts.

There’s a truth in pain.
An honesty.
It would be refreshing
If it wasn’t so disconcerting.
But it is.
Disconcerting.
Upsetting.Ri
Spinning you dizzy
When the world you created
To deny that pain

Cracks

The light comes in the cracks
The glaring bright light
The kind you shield your eyes from
Yet you still see it, behind your eyelids

Like looking at the sun
It blinds you
You have to sit with it
For an hour
Or a day
Or a week
But not forever.

You try to catch your breath.
You try to throw it off of you.
But it’s heavy
It’s weighted
Its origin is deep
Deeper than you knew

Finally,
With every last ounce of your energy
You throw it off
It’s left you bruised and broken
And hurting.

But you still have your breath.
You can begin again.
Breathe.
Dig down.
Deep.
Breathe.

Rise.

 

By Deborah E. Dayen

In A Slight State of Inebriation (Just slight though!)

I’ve consumed about a half a bottle of a “bourbon barrel aged” red wine blend that was on sale as a BOGO (you know, buy one, get one). It is one we had not tried before, but it looked good on the wine app “ Vivino”. We bought it and a cabernet sauvignon on the BOGO deal. It turns out the red blend, at least, is quite good! I lean, we  both lean, to red zinfandel wine, which is really a full-bodied red wine, so a red blend has to be good for me to call it good. This one is. (by Cask and Barrel, Rack House Red Blend. 2017).

I am just slightly inebriated, but only slightly. To be honest, I also had a couple hits of legal, medical marijuana. But I digress, just a little. Though it’s all part of the whole, I suppose.

My eyes have been getting really bad over the last year. I’ve not worn glasses, except for 1.75 readers for years. But last year I got prescription glasses, and this year I need a new prescription. The result of cataracts not yet ripe enough to remove. So, I got my eyes examined a few weeks ago, and lo and behold, they gave me a new prescription. So. Between Dan’s daughter and gk’s being here, and then Easter, I didn’t get back to the eye dr.’s til today to look at glasses.

What a friggin nightmare that was. My health insurance gives me $300 toward glasses. Since I paid less than $150 for the pair I have been wearing for a year, I thought $300 was a real deal. Ha Ha Ha.

The $300 was only available at vendors approved by my insurance, one of which was the place that examined my eyes and gave me the prescription. The glasses there were $850.00, so with my $300 credit, they’d have been over $500.

Really? When I can buy them online for $140?

I decided to go to Sam’s Club. They are basically next door to the eyeglass place. I’m going to make a long story short here, At Sam’s, they discovered a discrepancy in my prescription. I drove the 1000’ back to the eyeglass place that gave me the script in the first place. They could not correct it on the spot. They had to wait for the dr who wrote it, to come in and change the prescription. (One of the things I needed corrected was the fact that they had given me, at my eye exam 3 weeks ago, last year’s prescription, not the new one. So if Sam’s had filled the order, I would have had a duplicate of the glasses that no longer enabled me to see.) They actually called Sam’s and got into an argument with them. Like, much more interested in winning the argument than in whether or not I was inconvenienced. But finally they agreed to do what had to be done. It meant that we had to go back to the eyeglass place for a 3rd time in 3 hours to get the prescription corrected. By then, I was burned out on getting glasses, despite my inability to read the “info” on the TV screen.

However, Dan got a new pair, so that’s good for him! And at least the day wasn’t a waste.

So on the way home, I said, “Let’s go home, open a bottle of that wine we bought BOGO yesterday and play cards or something.” Because my head was splitting. I couldn’t seem to let go of the fact that if Sam’s hadn’t questioned something on the prescription, I would have ended up with a pair of glasses that did me no good.

Oh well, I was soon convinced by my significant other to let it go. Go home, look through some other sites, see what I can find online. I did so. Found the frames I currently have, which I like, after looking through 500 pairs of glasses. However, the online company doesn’t accept my health insurance so first I need to go look at a couple other of their vendors, considering I can get $300 if they have regular priced frames and lenses (as opposed to those 300% higher). After that, I took two Tylenol for the headache I’d developed and laid down for a short nap.

The day ends well. I beat him at gin, which in and of itself is just this side of amazing. Especially considering that was when the wine etc was consumed. Then we made a nice dinner of blackened grilled swordfish steak, some Malaysian Curry Ginger flavored rice (which is SOOOO good) and some homemade coleslaw.

Life here is good, even when it isn’t. Even when what you need to do is a pain in the ass, and gives you a headache, there is a place to go that lets me breathe, while I rediscover that I’m not alone.

Love and light to all.

A Night At Anchor

How many nights have I spent swinging on the hook, lazily gliding back and forth? I don’t know, really. It’s been over a decade since I’ve done it, probably closer to 15 years. Maybe more. But until it stopped, there were many. 100? 200? 500? I honestly can’t say, but many from 1980 until I left my ex in 2007.

We watched the world as it slowed down and went to bed, as if unattached to it. Observing, feeling the flow of the ocean beneath us. Smelling the salt air, feeling the diminishing sea breeze. The lights on the hotels on the barrier islands across the bay, and on the condominiums in town, situated on the water, began to come on, one by one. Soon the world is wrapped in an indigo sky, lit by the bars and restaurants on shore in my little town. We can hear the music and general reverie that is typical of any night here in Gulfport, floating across the now calm water.

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Earlier in the day, I had put on my dolphin charm earrings before we left for the boat, hoping that my spirit animal would appear. It had been a long time since the dolphins greeted us. They came, and two or three of them swam within 50 feet of us for quite a while. Maybe chasing fish to eat, maybe to say hi, we heard you. Because who knows how dolphins communicate? Maybe they can sense our brain wave – heart wave activity and sort it out. Maybe I am an expert manifester. I’m not a believer in coincidence, so I assume there were forces at play here beyond my comprehension. All I know for sure is that they are a sight to behold, these beautiful, graceful creatures of the deep who also breathe air.

Then, as evening fell, we ate our dinner and skipped the wine, I think not wanting to dull our senses from taking in the full panorama of the changing world around us. As the sun lowered in the sky, and the lights began to flicker, senses other than sight became stronger. The now very subdued rocking of the boat in an almost imperceptible breeze somehow connected us to the water, and each other. Even the silence had an ebb and flow to it, connected to our very breath. Watching the sunset was an experience I have had hundreds of times. It never gets old, but it never was better than this time. For him, it was his first time, and for us both, it was very similar, as well as very individual. I was delighted to share it with him, to see and feel his acknowledgment that it was as satisfying, fulfilling, and peaceful for him as it was for me.

There was not much need for words, as we sat beside each other. Unusual, for people who generally talk a lot. But now….watching the sun fall below the horizon, and watching darkness settle over the land, feeling the rise and fall of the ocean, as it has been for the millenia, we sat for long periods of time, taking it all in. The sea was still, so still that it made not a sound. Touching, holding hands, leaning in to each other and then back was enough communication.

We broke from our musing occasionally, and took pictures to try to hold onto that moment. Darkness settled, the world became black and white. Interesting, how darkness can hide somethings, and expose others. The pictures in sequence showed how the colors muted as the sun set, and the one taken at 2 in the morning, shows with clarity the black night, the just-past-full moon reflecting on the calm water, the shoreline in the distance, lit with people’s lives.

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In the morning, we awaken before sunrise, to the sound of gently rocking waves lapping the sides of the hull. We watched the reverse of the night, as the world awoke. Sea birds flying, and calling to each other. Fishing boats racing through the bay to the channel, heading out to the fishing grounds. Sky turning from black, to muted grays. The riotous colors of the bars and restaurants on the waterfront began to appear as the sky turned to pink, to orange and finally, blue as the sun rose in the sky. A small school of tiny fish broke the surface as they flitted around, looking for some food I would guess. The gentle rocking of the boat now felt familiar, allowing us to wake in concert with the world, feeling the flow in reverse, as we sat looking at the shore, opposite of the one we watched of the night before.

Yes, an old experience refreshed into a new one. I can never take any of it for granted. Every one is a joy, a blessing to behold.

Love and light to all.