The Robin doesn't sing because it's happy ~ it's happy
because it sings. And
this is the true source of my deepest joy ~ that I am singing my own song, as well
as being in service and empowering others to sing their own song. In singing my
own song, I have integrated with a universal chorus and we are all making a
difference on this planet. In that sense, standing alone and singing your song
is really belonging: Allen L Roland, PhD
"Create art in order for yourself to become yourself and
let your very existence be your song, your poem, your story.
Let your very identity be your book.
Let the way people say your name sound like the sweetest melody.
So go create. Take photographs in the wood, run alone in the rain and sing your heart out high up on a mountain
where no one will ever hear and your very existence will be the most hypnotizing scar.
Make your life be your art
and you will never be forgotten.”
~ Charlotte Eriksson
Let your very identity be your book.
Let the way people say your name sound like the sweetest melody.
So go create. Take photographs in the wood, run alone in the rain and sing your heart out high up on a mountain
where no one will ever hear and your very existence will be the most hypnotizing scar.
Make your life be your art
and you will never be forgotten.”
~ Charlotte Eriksson
We each have a song to
sing and eventually true happiness is
defined by
whether you are singing your own or someone else's song.
Most
people die with their music still locked up inside them because they never said
Yes to themselves and allowed themselves to be controlled by fear.
Saying
yes to yourself is an incredible affirmation because it puts you in sync with
source and a universal loving plan which is always saying yes to you and asks
you only to listen and respond to your own inner voice and sing your song.
Singing
your own song is the ultimate act of love for in singing your own song you
become part of a universal chorus and a Unified Field ~ which has been
patiently waiting for you to play your part in
a constantly evolving loving plan.
It
is with that in mind that I share a beautiful story by Alan Cohen, from
his book Living from the heart , which captures
the joy of knowing and singing your own song.
They're Playing Your Song
By
Alan Cohen author of "Living from the Heart."
" When a woman in a certain African tribe knows she is
pregnant, she goes out into the wilderness with a few friends
and together they pray and meditate until
they hear the song of the child.
They
recognize that every soul has its own vibration that expresses its
unique flavor and purpose.
When
the women attune to the song, they sing it out loud.
Then
they return to the tribe and teach it to everyone else.
When
the child is born, the community gathers and sings the child's
song to him or her. Later, when the child enters education, the
village gathers and chants the child's song.
When
the child passes through the initiation to adulthood,
the
people again come together and sing.
At
the time of marriage, the person hears his or her song.
Finally,
when the soul is about to pass from this world, the family and friends gather
at the person's bed, just as they did at their birth, and they sing the person to the next
life.
When
I have shared this story in my lectures, a fair amount of people
in the audience come to tears. There
is something inside each of us that knows we have a song, and we
wish those we love would recognize it and support us to sing it.
In
some of my seminars I ask people to verbalize to a partner
the
one phrase they wish their parents had said to them as a child.
Then the partner lovingly whispers it in their ear. This exercise goes very
deep, and many significant insights start to click. How we all long to be loved,
acknowledged, and accepted for who we are !
In
the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the
villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the
person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is
called to the center of the village and the people in the community form
a circle around them. Then
they sing their song to them.
The
tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not
punishment; it is love
and the remembrance of identity. When you
recognize your own song, you have no
desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.
A
friend is someone who knows your song and sings it to you when you have
forgotten it.
Those
who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have
made
or dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty, your wholeness
when you are broken; your innocence and your purpose when you are confused.
One
summer when I was a teenager I went to the community
pool,
where I met a man who changed my life. Mr. Simmons talked to me for about
ten minutes. It wasn't what he said that affected me so
deeply; it was how he listened to me. He asked me questions about
my life, my feelings, and my interests.
The
unusual thing about Mr. Simmons was that he paid
attention
to my answers. Although
I had family, friends, and teachers, this man was the only person
in my world who seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say and
valued me for who I was.
After
our brief conversation I never saw him again. I probably never
will.
I'm
sure he had no idea that he gave me the gift of a lifetime. Maybe he was one of those angels who
show up for a brief mission on earth, to give someone faith,
confidence, and hope when they most need it.
You
may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to
you at crucial life transitions, but
life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself
and when you are not.
When
you feel good, what you are doing matches your song.
In the
end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a
little warble at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you'll find
your way home. "
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I
remember vividly one summer day as a young teenager when I met my extremely gifted grandmother for the first and
only time at my home in Nahant, Massachusetts ~ she
took me by the hand, looked into my palm, squeezed my hand and knowingly smiled. At that moment, I knew I
was loved and special and I never forgot her loving gesture and silent
acknowledgement of my unsung song ~ which later became the discovery and sharing of
a Unified Field of love and soul consciousness
which lies not only beyond time and space but also beneath our deepest
fears and whose principle property is the universal urge to unite ~ which we continue to resist at our ultimate
peril.
By
standing alone and with great courage singing my song ~ I have become an
integral part of something far greater than myself and sense a deeper
belonging.
Allen
L Roland, PhD
Heart centered spiritual consultant and advisor Allen L
Roland can be contacted at allen@allenroland.com Allen
is also a lecturer and writer who
shares a weekly political and social commentary on his web log and
website allenroland.com. He is
also featured columnist on Veterans Today and is a
featured guest on many radio and Television programs
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