What is healing?
Can a lovely conversation be healing?
I think so. I experienced it today.
I talked on Skype with my good friend Roi Gal-Or.
We had a wonderful conversation about loosing, loving and feeling emotions in general.
Since my husband died in May last year, I have often felt a kind of hard to describe emptiness.
But I do not only feel emptiness. I feel lots of joy and happiness being able to do new things in my life, that I did not do before. I have met wonderful 'new' people who give me lots of fun and good conversations.
And to explain all that to Roi, I used a metaphor from the music world.
"It is as if one my inner strings is not being played anymore," I said.
We talked about how we can have many strings, and they can all played by different people. If there is a resonance, it is great!
And when we meet new people we find new strings, that perhaps we did not know existed.
"Nothing is wrong with sadness, frustration, anger and tension", said Roi. "We just have to learn to live with it. Be present with the strings. Accept that there are strings and notes that will never be played again. It's like remembering a note and a song of a certain time."
Like I have to accept that every period of my life forms a new chapter in 'the story of my life'.
There should be no judging, just observing - and telling the story.
And it is ok.
Two years ago I joined a course at Emerson College in England, where Roi and Liz Turkel had a workshop called 'The courage to love'. Since that meeting with a wonderful group of people, I have been more aware of the many many different aspects of love. And how you can love different people in different ways.
Unfortunately, sometimes the way we play each other's strings can turn into a false tune that hurts, but mostly it creates fine music.
"People meet and sweet music fills the heart", said the Danish poet Jens August Schade.
I think I know what he meant.
I love life, I hate to think of the alternative.
Speaking to LOVE
ReplyDeleteToday I raised my voice and said
"love - its time to come here and hold hands,
we're struggling, pushing our way
through the mud of every day life and there you
sit, just watching and laughing!"
Love turned to me and smiled,
"What do you want of me? All I
have given you, you turn away
and throw down as if rubbish
was more important.
I say that the rubbish of love is
greater than the mud which sticks
to your boots".
I sat and thought "What is the rubbish of
love?"
Then I looked at the tear in the eye
of a child, at the sunlight through a rainbow,
and, I knew.
Astorymouse July 2009
"Be present with the strings"!
ReplyDeleteI like that sentence.
I once meet a wise woman, a storyteller called Angeles Arrien, who came up with this sentence from a poem:
"Here I am! Still alive - refusing to walk the path of the Living Dead".
Be present and accept It Is As It Is As It Is - give it a form, and greet the challenge as a gift.
I believe love heals. Love can heal parts were we seperated ourself off. In that understanding love to me is a matter of being seen as the One you really are.
And that will change the old story!
Oh lord
ReplyDeleteI so wish there were more good musicians
to play the strings of our lives
I Met quite a few
who tried but were medioker ones
and very few who were brillian
But still - even if poorly some times
when touching the strings
It's music we make
And that's what counts.
to keep alive
I am a keen musician
And oh I played many an instrument
To the best of my ability
Over the years I learned how to make more and more strings sound in harmony
But I'll never make virtuoso
I can live with that.
Still to play an instrument well
you need to play it for many years
to find the best vibrations
So don't worry so much about the quality
as long as you create vibration
perfection will come to you
along the way
I suppose that was direct
- in at roundabout way.
Wanna go dutch?
go see
Obelix
Love
I am deeply moved by your comments. Thanks!
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