
Thursday, December 18, 2008
The Journey of the Angels...
If you haven't heard this new song by Enya, it's definitely one to download. It's from her new album And Winter Came. It has definitely brought me a lot of peace over the past week since I first heard it. I've been playing it in Yoga class, as well. Speaking of Winter, the Winter Solstice is this Sunday, December 21st. This is a time of great energetic change and transformation, and as I write this it seems the sun may break through the clouds that have been hanging over our heads for several days. I used to think of Winter as a negative time. Less sunlight, cold days, dark nights. But, I am beginning to see that the change of any season brings positive changes, even though it may be hard to see with our minds exactly what the positive is immediately. If we are attuned, however, we begin to feel it and recognize what positive is already opening up inside us and all around us. For me, preparing for this change has literally looked like hibernating and resting in my house as much as I can, revitalizing myself energetically. As I mentioned in the previous post, I've been spending a lot of time in Fetal Pose these days. Just this morning, I reconnected with a time when I was an infant, pure consciousness, no mind, and no pulling of my mind to have me be anywhere else than where I am in the moment. How energetically draining it is to not simply allow ourselves to simply be where we are, but to often feel a pulling or distraction from our mind to be somewhere else...
My friend, Oren Harris, actually has a video clip on his website I really enjoyed listening to. It's about being in the Flow... Go to orenharris.com, click on Home and at the button left-hand side of the screen you will see something that says Media Player, click on that and you can watch a video clip of him describing Flow v. Mind.
Here are the lyrics from the beautiful song I mentioned above. I'm pretty sure I will be downloading the entire album. You can also listen to it on Youtube.
Journey of the Angels
Somewhere
In a winter night
The angels
Begin their flight;
Dark skies
With miles to go,
No footsteps
To be lost in snow.
They fly to you
Oh, new-born king
They fly to you
Oh, angels sing
One is sorrow
One is peace
One will come
To give you sleep
One is comfort
One is grief
One will take
The tears you weep
New star
In a midnight sky
In heaven
All the angels fly
Soft wings so true
And all things
They will give to you
Somewhere
In a winter night
The angels
Begin their flight
Tonight
All sing
Oh, angels,
A new-born king
Tonight
All sing
Oh, angels
A new-born king
I'll also be attending a meditation this Sunday in celebration of the Solstice. I encourage you to spend some time in a spiritually uplifting practice of some kind, where you are practicing being conscious of the One Consciousness, in your heart and in your mind. Namaste!Read more
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Leanne,
The winter solstice is my favorite evening...my favorite poem (since the 7th grade) touches on it as well....here it is. Brady
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downey flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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The winter solstice is my favorite evening...my favorite poem (since the 7th grade) touches on it as well....here it is. Brady
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downey flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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