I sit in the early morning, light on the oak tree, cool wind through the open door, singing inside, a soft internal exploring waking my heart, my belly, my muscles, slowly. My voice barely perceptible in the room, moving me around on the inside. The ache in my hip releasing, My heart releasing a grey coloured hurt as I gently om and ahh and groan. You have plenty of time I tell myself.
I am grateful. Our bodies, our being tell us everything we need to know as we sing ourselves. What medicine. Emaho, what a wonder. Singing tells me how I am and singing how I am welcomes me. And it changes my experience so the sound of me changes.
The golden now begins to warm my belly. It emanates in the room, the self acceptance, the song of the tree and the browneyed squirrel appears suddenly at the side of the window looking at this other world and into my eyes. We pause together. I smile.
My heart opens, a song begins to swoop and soar and fill the room, the song of this moment, the light moving from yellow to white outside and the golden energy inside. Soon there is no difference between it all, just the song of today. Such an amazing journey. The relief of release and already the freedom to go anywhere, anywhere, anywhere singing it all.