(For anyone wanting to hear from their soul.)
I haven't always wanted to hear from my soul. Sure, it was fine if it called while I was taking a shower, a walk or a drive. I was happy to get any ideas or answes to problems it might give. I just didn't want to be alone with it for too long. I feared it would tell me things my ego didn't want to hear - direct me to follow my bliss, insist I do something difficult, or speak some truth,...blah...blah...blah... "I can't hear you...We must have a bad connection...buzz buzz...." I might say before grabbing my laptop to check email or Facebook or get busy with...anything. Then I got sick and began getting up earlier to allow myself extra time. Like most souls, mine was waiting for moments of solitude. Noticing I was up by myself, it began talking in my ear. "Forget about your carcass." It didn't want to talk about what ailed me. It wanted to talk about bigger things like, "Why are you here?" It began to make dares, thinking this could be great fun; after all, it had been dormant for some time. It asked me for a chance - to I trust it a bit. Soon, it was insisting I make time for it... every day..... After it assured me it wouldn't speak to me through email, facebook or the news, I agreed to forgo these for the first 3 hours of the day. Overtime, we worked things out to our current routine. I wake at 4:30 and try to be receptive and open to whatever it has to say. Even though it's less interested in my carcass, I still get up, change clothes...drink a glass of water...stretch...drive to gym. There, I workout to my soul's favorite songs, which is when it starts tossing me goodies, at times, faster than I can jot them down them in my little notebook, without falling off the treadmill. It seems this soul has a lot to say - ideas, inspirations, solutions, dares but mostly feelings of peace and contentment, none of which I could hear, when I kept putting it on hold. Courtney A. Brown To send this note to a friend:
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(For anyone looking for some inspiration or good morning workout music, or both.)
He did it again! Did anyone else see that? The first time was such a surprise...There he is on stage, before thousands in Frankfurt, Germany. He's the front man for One Republic and he's singing, "I Lived." "I hope if everybody runs," he sings, right before he takes his hand and does this amazing gesture, as if to toss me something. I don't see anything, but when it hits,...BOOM... I feel it reverberate through my body... "You choose to stay." "I'm staying!" I resist yelling out...so as not to disturb those on neighboring treadmills. The video came up on my phone when I searched for 'motivational songs' at the gym. This week it's been my 5am go to place for inspiration..."hope that you spend your days...but they all add up," It's also my go to place for thoughts of death ..."And when that sun goes down, hope you raise your cup." I love morning reminders that life is fleeting. They allow me to refocus on what matters. They invite a kind of boldness that ignoring death does not. "Hope when the moment comes...You'll say, I...I did it all." I know little about this group and it's lead singer, but I do know that song and that gesture has struck many souls beyond mine. Thank you, Ryan Tedder of One Republic, for writing it for your 4 year old son and...for throwing me whatever that was this morning. Courtney A. Brown To send this note to a friend: |
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