Friday, August 18, 2006
You Raise me Up...
When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.
There is no life - no life without its hunger;
Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;
But when you come and I am filled with wonder,
Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.
Secret Garden – You Raise Me Up
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It was one of those mornings again, where music was my companion. This time the music I played transported me to a theater where I was on stage. And in the audience (packed of course) were the people that I knew had supported me through many things in life. Back from when I was a child all the way up until the very present.
I stood on the stage in my gown of white satin, complete with little tiny stars of light. My hair was up and had little jasmine flowers tucked into it in various places. Behind me on the stage were several large canvases where I had created an image of each of the people I wanted to highlight during the song.
The stage was dark, as the strains of the violin began softly. With each new note sung by those cords one of the pictures I had created was illuminated behind me in an arc framing me so I stood in the center. You could have heard a pin drop it was so hushed in the theater. The air held that quivering moment of expectation about it; where you know that something magical is about to happen.
And when the song began with the first words “When I am down, and oh my soul so weary”, a single tear slipped down my face and my voice cracked ever so quietly. I looked at the wooden planks of the theater stage and composed my thoughts, because there would be time for tears of joy later. Now was the time for the gift that I had inside me, the gift of my voice, to echo against the farthest walls of the theater. It was my time to show the world with tones that rang clearly in their chests with every breath I took that with every fiber of my being I was grateful for their support.
When the second line began strength had entered my spirit and I looked up into the audience half darkened by the minimal light, yet each person shining with their own inner light. I caught the eyes of the people I wanted to sing to and in turn looked at each one my voice growing stronger with every glance at them as they looked on in support, love, and joy for me.
Halfway through the song as my voice became so loud and my notes swelled with the emotion I was to express, The lights came up behind the images which were slowly moved to the side to reveal the choir behind me that waited to sing the crescendo of the song with me. And for the last two verses of this song, the voices, intesnsity, emotions overlapped so beautifully it could move the most hardened heart to tears. Indeed, I am certain there wasn’t a person for miles that wasn’t overcome with a sense of wonder at the purest expression of love carried on the notes of a muse’s song.
“I am strong, when I am on your shoulders… You raise me up to more than I can be”.
As I looked into the audience, the darkness shimmered through the end of the notes and my breath came deeply as tears flowed freely in gratitude, joy, and accomplishment. I stood this way for a moment basking in the perfection of this moment.
The darkness of the theater dissolved into the grey daylight of the morning and I was back again, driving on my way into the office. A smile found its way to my face as I knew that a very large intention, had been spoken through my song (yes I sang full force in my car), a powerful emotion had been expressed (and there were tears), and was being carried from that very moment to all who would listen (and I wished so very hard that ALL would hear it straight from my heart, that they would SEE the light coming from my heart and be warmed by it.).
Today I have only love and thankfulness for those in my life who have made a difference in it (no matter how large or small). Your love, your words, your hugs, whatever you offer is what fills me with such love that I can sing with my heart to you, in purity.
Have a wonderful Friday everyone, big hugs to you all.
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WELL WISHES, BLESSINGS, and INTENTIONS
May you today be aware of those who have supported you, even in just thought, and may you send them your gratitude today and every day. And I’m going to steal Kate Nowak’s line from her Heartfelt Blessings…
Until tomorrow know you are a cherished blessing to me…
XO
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AND REMEMBER:
"Many times people stay in places they don't like because they are afraid to move. Staying in the same place because of fear and apprehension is like living on a hamster wheel. Step off the hamster wheel by flowing with the changes in your life. Be it a mental or physical change, flow with it."~Ron Rathbun
Quote is taken from page 51 of: The Way Is Within; A Spiritual Journey
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2 comments:
You really put the mood and attitude of your drive to work out there in words. It's very beautiful and inspiring. Hope we get more posts like this one.
Mr. Uber
Wonderful, lovely writing. I've been on that stage too and have melted in music and sung my heart out to the universe. Sometimes I think I am part bird, although my song isn't as pretty. Thank you for the inspiration!
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