Stand Up, Sing Out.

My view at the moment.  It is July 12, 2012…about 3 PM.  The cicada’s I think, perhaps, were made to relax every other creature in the forest with their song.  The sound is so decadent, alluring, ancient.  It is literally a timeless rhythm.  Like when you hear a creek running and wonder how it always makes that sound in that particular place without stopping for who knows how long now…a thousand years?  10,000?  That is what the cicada’s are like today to me.  And now, just like that, when I hit that last period-SILENCE.  They all stopped.  Ahhhhh….and here they come again.  A slow rebuild in the distance, barely audible and then it sweeps through the treetops  as if following the breeze, reaching the one’s 20 feet away from me in no time.  Part of me thinks “I should be working now”.  But I just emailed back two clients.  I am “working”.  Without this connection to nature, I am no good to anyone.  At least not in the way I feel called to be.  I can’t “work” without answering to connection.  If I am not near the greensong, life doesn’t make sense.  It is silent again.  I hear the cars far away.  I wonder what the sound of these insects does to everything in the forest.  Surely being bathed in such blatant resounding vibration and harmony does something to each tree, each animal, each leaf.  Likewise, perhaps the cicada is only repeating what it is hearing from each animal, leaf and tree.  Perhaps it is singing so that nature can hear itself all at once.  ”This is what we all sound like together.”

The healing theme this week so far has been about sangha or spiritual community.  I am hearing this a lot from clients and friends alike.  I am hearing more stirring than usual about the desire to find those that are similarly moving in the world.

Something that came through earlier today while writing to someone was this….

Don’t ever forget that the world has more decent men and women in it than you ever may believe. And don’t forget that for you to see them, they must know how to find you. And for them to find you, you must stand tall.

Like the cicada’s sing together and seem to move as one through the forests, so it is with people.  Who sings our same song?  Underneath it all?  We all sing the same song.  But there are all sorts of different things we came here to do.  And  if you think about those as different songs…and you want to connect with others who are on that same path…start singing.  Stand up.  Stand out as who you are.  It seems that we only really begin attracting others like us, to us, when we are willing to sing or stand up, when we have no guarantee that there are in fact others like us.  It takes loving ourselves enough to be seen, when there is no proof of being seen.  Trust in who we feel called to be.

But when it comes to love and living in integrity, it doesn’t matter how long you have waited.  What matters is how it feels to join in.  It matters how it feels when you are with them, going from tree to tree top like the wind, singing the song of nature back to itself.

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About addpresence

Healer, poet, author, yogi, single father...outdoorsy guy.
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One Response to Stand Up, Sing Out.

  1. Kate says:

    Thank you Charlie for your beautiful, wise, relevant words, yet again!

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