Love is Happiness – Capturing Moments in Time – Hoping to Lift Your Spirits Up – Rainbow Warrior
Come outside with me.
Sit for a moment.
Try to breathe deeply, but not through your nose.
Instead, take in the air in with your skin,
Taste every molecule with your body,
Like when thirst becomes quenched by a drink,
And in that space of pure oneness,
where breathe becomes one with the feeling of air,
As it moves through your body,
Is when you will notice,
That everything,
The entire universe,
is just the feeling,
Of sound.
~gg
This song stirs up so many memories of my childhood.
The memory starts with a 4 year old me holding this antique wooden jewelry box. The box is rectangular and hand painted in an egg shell color with a soft touch of pastel colored flowers on it. I inhale and exhale the beauty of the hand made jewelry box, and I breathe.
When the box is opened, a soft piano style melody starts playing, and I see a tiny ballerina doll at center back part of an inner stage. The ballerina is gracefully doing slow pirouettes to the tranquil ballad, and I breathe.
As I open this box and revere the doll as she dances, I see faces of my past, people I have loved and lost; those which remain as only a faint but loving memory, and I breathe.
I see them smiling at me, and I smile back. Only to know that they are neither here, nor there, and I breathe.
As the music continues, I hear the ocean waves creeping up to kiss the shoreline, and then feel it swiftly rushing away, as if in a dance, over and over again, washing away the memories, in a final act of asking ever so softly, that I finally let them go, and I breathe.
This memory which reminded me so much of the jewelry box’s melody, was inspired by a beautiful song, that for me, was about letting. The song is called “breathe – 528HZ”:
You can listen to this beautiful song by Spirit Sounds, if you follow this link below:
http://truespiritsounds.bandcamp.com/track/breathe-528hz
Some say that some of us are sleep walking through life, unaware of our surroundings.
We are deaf to the music of the earth; Unaware of the music of the rainbow colored birds that surround us; too asleep to hear the graceful dance of the trees’ leaves, as the wind softly caresses them.
Blind to the colors of the wild sunset, and to the mermaids playing in the sea. Rainbows abound but no one sees!
The sunrise whispers words of wisdom in the morning, asking us to start our day afresh, but instead we walk in a dead dream state, unaware, unmoved, uninspired, like blind military men marching with no end in sight.
We walk in unison, to the same beat of the drum. Marching unflinchingly complying to man made customs and rules without question.
Why, oh why, can no one see that we are all dead walkers living in a dream?
~gg
I Am Rainbow Gabby 