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(hint: Never Peek. If you keep your eyes closed and just do what feels right and natural, you are doing everything correctly and the people who are peeking will think you are the bizzy and do exactly what you are doing, making everything that feels right and natural to you feel right and mostly natural to everyone who looked to you and saw you with your eyes shut and doing what your body does all by itself)
I was pretty lucky because I was in a room full of people that I sort of know. People who work in Parenting under the same City Money that I work under. People who I look up to, people who have the same underlying philosophies about being parenting professionals and parenting educators and just plain old parents.
And one other girl who was really cool and turns out she lives in my neighborhood so I can't wait to be better friends with her and I fingers-crossed hope she doesn't google my name and find this blog and read this and think I'm crazy because now I'm blogging about her and what if she never returns my calls or the email I sent to her saying I'm available for coffee or for lunch whenever she is because I'm pretty flexible especially if she doesn't mind an almost six year old tag along. Her hair was really pretty too, and she kept doing that thing where the pony tail goes out and the pony tail goes back in and sometimes it's up high and sometimes it's down low and it was really all just follicular magic.
Anyway. I'm usually pretty comfortable closing my eyes in front of people, thanks to improv and attending so many squishy warm warm professional development classes and City Funded parenting classes (I know I've reached a certain level of comfort within the universe when I can be locked into a room full of untethered maximum security prisoners and shut my face down completely. Good or bad, you be the judge) and other stuff where they make you close your eyes and last Saturday at the Reiki Attunement wasn't much different.
But I did something I've never done before there in a circle with my eyes closed and my hands clasped around two others'. I chanted, along with the entire group doing the same, my own name. Starting out really quietly, like a whisper. Then spoken, then sung.
Sung the way you might sing your baby's name, the way your name probably hasn't been sung since you were a baby.
It was pretty powerful. And really super unnatural for me and really hard to do and my voice choked up and hardly came out and I'd like to try it again but I want an empty house and a finger or two of something strong and I'd feel much better if maybe the neighbors aren't home either, just in case they hold glasses to the wall or whatever.
Honoring yourself as someone who is loved and cherished and wanted and valuable and precious and and and is really outside of the everyday spectrum of normalcy. For me at least.


11 comments:
Singing in public gives me stage fright. Chanting is a lot, lot worse. I am not sure I would have been so involved with this exercise!
P.S. - Hypothetically, if you had asked me to get together and I found this blog talking about me I would still do it. Your the bees knees!
Everything about this post made my comfort sphincter clench. I am nowhere near that comfortable even with my own family. All stuff I might try alone in my own home, but not with other people. I applaud you at your new found comfort.
It's unnatural for me, too. But you know that.
i perform solo acts for strangers on a fairly regular basis, and i am generally unafraid. what you describe terrifies me...
oh, and love the girl crush! i have been mesmerized by that pony tail thing, too. they make it look so easy. hair envy. i just wish i had some...
I envy your comfort! I'd love to get there someday. I'd love to even learn to meditate, but it seems so unlike anything I've ever done, and I keep thinking that if only there were somewhere I could go and learn how I might do it.
I'm just chicken. My ruts are so easy.
You are lovely (and valuable and precious,) and I miss you!
hint: Never Peek.
For realz. Peeking is the only way to mess it up, I think. This sounds excellent and I wish I had been there. And I think the singsongy way sounds fun. I might have to try it. Although it also sounds weird to try it solo. Hmmn. Keep us posted on if you do.
I think that's cool. Like really cool.
This sounds moving... like really moving. This is not really the same thing but at the end of the P90X Yoga they do Oms - and I always just do a deep inhale and then quietly exhale my Om with them for fear Mike will hear me in the other room and think I'm crazy... one day he was away from the house when I was doing the workout so I let my OM flag fly and it felt amazing and like you said... almost something that would bring me to tears.. I sort of want to do it all the time now... maybe I will :)
You are totally worth it and don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise.
I wouldn't do the chant thingy in front of my kids and all, though. My husband, yeah...he has seen and heard weirder. There was that time when I had on the headphones listening to music and I sang along with the musicians. Something I should never do. My kids told me how awful it was. I didn't know anyone was in the house. Oh well.
Something had been bothering me about your post and I didn't know why. I'm sure you know the Desiderata poem, but to refresh your memory.
http://www.fleurdelis.com/desiderata.htm
It is a good thing to read and know.
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