When the Sun Stood Still
When the sun stood still and so did we, it harmed our world and our galaxy…
The stars don’t shine, they seem to sing, ‘Return to your festivities’.
I’ll admit it was a dark month. I’m sure all living beings across the entire Earth felt it, too. The days had never seemed shorter. My feet were constantly aching, my sinuses were chronically clogged, people were unresponsive. It was like the Universe was ignoring me– something I’m not quite used to. I had to call upon Universal sources in all the ways I could possibly think of to get Someone’s attention… I felt like a neglected child, but perhaps I was only throwing a dramatic tantrum after being put in time-out for a mild amount of time. Looking at the bigger picture, meaning the poverty and crises of the whole planet, I suppose my conditions could have been worse.
Still, I wasn’t being creative enough to cure my cold, empty heart. I was asking Higher Powers for assistance but I forgot about the Law of Attraction. Here I was, laying on the floor in a heap of adrenal fatigue, cursing the world for ignoring me, when there were a billion stars in the sky ignored by a good portion of those still awake in their homes watching TV! I was the one ignoring the Universe! How could I expect anything in return when I put no energy into admiration of the natural law?
My sickness had prevented me from doing lots of things. I would only work 4 hours and feel exhausted beyond measure. I couldn’t breathe at night because of my clogged sinuses. I was a low-functioning disaster treading pavement and polished tiles in the few hours of the sun provided its rays. My self-esteem was falling down a bottomless pit. Even my nervous system was a wreck; I experienced severe brain fog, speech problems, vertigo… and my feet were the only ones crackling out of twenty meditators during mindful walking (I was the youngest of all by 30 years). It occurred to me that not only was my spirit ancient… my physical body was experiencing symptoms as though it were as old as my soul!
Feeling handicapped, it was hard to make decisions. It still is. After all, it’s only been like six days, and here I am speaking in grave past tense. (At least we don’t have to hear me try to vocalize it, because the intro would have been even longer and more off-track than this one). So you can probably imagine how hard it was for me to decide to attend a Winter Solstice yoga event at 2pm when I got off work at 2pm. After working longer shifts, I usually go home and become immobile for at least two hours. Doing absolutely nothing, because I don’t have a television and I’m too tired to read.
This was different, though. Something stirred my spirit when I had the idea, or what some might say a calling, to bring my Winter Solstice Song to the potluck afterwards instead of a dish. I didn’t have the time or the energy to prepare a dish, but I did have a year-old song relevant to the event. There would be a singing-bowl performance and guided meditation following the yoga practice. I needed to attend. So I got off work eight minutes early, ran back home to get my guitar and change into yoga clothes, and arrived to the studio only two minutes late. That was a 10 minute round trip. Magic, I thought to myself. I am magic.
With that decision, I began celebrating the Solstice two days early, and I’m never early for anything on a normal basis. The two-hour celebration of movement connecting us to the core of our beings and our love, then being washed over by singing bowl songs, was felt even more intensely after being processed with water. While everybody sat down on their mats afterward with full plates, I sat on a chair and sang my song to the studio completely packed with lovely souls. The girl selling jewelry told me my voice made her tear up. It nearly surprised me that the singing bowl-ist told me she’d love to sing with me. But with the unresponsiveness I’d been receiving the past month, I assumed we never would but accepted the kind thought.
Two days later, on the actual Winter Solstice, we did. I was invited to a fire ceremony welcoming the return of the light. Some people were late, and we didn’t want to stand outside for any longer than we needed to… so I shared my Winter Solstice Song for everyone who was there to kick things off, just in the warmth of the old house. This was the time to do it. I could have talked myself out of it, by why wouldn’t I play it ON the Winter Solstice? We stood outside for nearly three hours, embracing the cold and the wind and the snow at my feet. We acknowledged the four directions, the winds, the natural forces of the Earth. All the great healers of the city were present. And there, too, was I. Time was in the process of reversing itself from days of darkness to days of more light. So naturally, I shouldn’t have expected things to stay the same. However, I didn’t know my entire life perspective was about to halt and reverse its order.
I stayed up until 3am drinking cacao and singing my soul out with the singing bowl lady/ renowned massage therapist and her husband. We even added cayenne pepper, turmeric, butter, and coconut oil in our cacao to celebrate the return of the light. Moreover, we added these things to activate the fire in our creative endeavors and in our music. It worked. I mean, you can talk about “healing vibrations” to anyone on a daily basis, but how often do you feel strong vibrations radiating throughout your whole body? On your body? Outside of your body? That’s how this was.
So why hadn’t I ever considered making music with healers? That night as I stood outside in a circle around the fire, I also spoke with an acquaintance who’d just lost her husband and the custody of her three daughters. They had a family band, and now all that’s left is her and her son. When I told her I’d like to hear her band, she said, “I’d rather you play with us.” So today I sang with them. We began learning “Heart of Gold”, “Dust in the Wind”, and “Blackbird”. They said they use music as their primary form of healing from heartache and grief. And it’s working, energetically. To be asked to sing with them is the highest form of praise I could be given; to them, my music is healing. I left the house feeling warm and enlightened, tingling with magical sensations everywhere.
Yes, all of this happened in 6 days– the busiest week of the year for everyone in the middle of the Christmas season– but somehow the Universe provided time for the healing art of music collaborations. There is a reason. It’s simply because we were celebrating the return of light instead of standing still as the time reversed. The galaxy is your oyster once you admire the natural forces of all that is. Look at the stars with love, and you will be given love in return…