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How Can I Not Sing?

In yesterday's newsletter, I shared some of my favorite 'music through the madness' playlists. Then, this morning, this crossed my path. Though it happened only a few hours ago, I can't tell you how it dropped into my world but the beauty of it, the simplicity of it, is truly medicine for the times we're in.

As I continue to steep in this part of the transformational process where hands and The Hand lay on my head and The Voice that wants to move through rises, I wonder, even in this time of strife and stridency that seems to pollute the very air around us, how can I not sing?

How can I not remind others every day that we love each other? How can I love more? How can I be the highest expression of that, that thing that wants to pour through me?

Be still. Be still. Be still. The answer for me and many others, though we sorely want to 'do something', is to be still.

I told someone a couple of months ago when I was trying to work after foot surgery, "It doesn't feel safe to be still." Now, however, the only measure of sense-making and sanity is to be just that: Be Still and Know.

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