November 10, 2010

Saw Toni Childs in concert tonight.

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It was too loud for Jeb even with cotton in his ears and he eventually fell asleep in my lap with a shirt tied around his head.

The first CD I ever bought was Toni’s “House of Hope” when I was 17.  She’s been an inspiration to me ever since.  Her passion, her strength, her courage, her vision – she is truly a remarkable woman.

Tonight when Toni sang her well-known “Zimbabwe” song she invited the whole audience to stand and move in an African-inspired ‘umph’ that was to activate the second chakra.  She suggested that once women in particular, heal this chakra the world will be a better place.

I activated from my seat with Jeb nuzzled in my neck.  I wasn’t the only one sitting.  The dark-skinned man with the long white ponytail in the row in front of me, sat with his cane across his lap doing a kind of African hand jive.

Even if I was grounded in my seat with 55 pounds of lanky limbs in my lap, I still had a concert experience that was deeply moving and greatly inspiring.

For me, Toni’s music is about bringing love where there is fear.  She sings this encouragement with sounds through her throat like no one else on the planet:

it’s time to be free
shine your light
you are beautiful
do what you came here to do
speak your truth

These are the messages that reverberate through her into the ether to settle on your ear drums and shake your soul awake.

She told us that at one point in her life she had decided to stop making music.  Until Eve Ensler showed up one day and told her that she had to keep on and promptly gave her the assignment of writing a song for her documentary about The Vagina Monologues.  It won Toni an Emmy and started her touring again.

Hearing Toni sing, it’s hard to believe she ever thought to stop.  How can a bird not share its song?

We all have a song to sing, something to share.  Let’s find it, live it and spread it around.

Note:  When I initially posted this piece I included a fan’s You Tube video of Toni Childs performing live.  It was my well-intentioned desire to share the sound and presence of Toni on stage.  But after a few hours of consideration, I decided that I’d rather share something that was released by her.  You can search You Tube for Toni Childs and see all that comes up.  And you can also check out one of Toni’s projects and hear “Because You’re Beautiful” here.

Best yet, support independent musicians and buy a CD.

 

November 9, 2010

If one were looking for the profound in the mundane (and here in the Archives that ‘one’ is me, and I am on the lookout) then I may have found something.  It doesn’t get more ordinary than a teeth cleaning at the dentist.  And yet…

Perhaps modern dentistry isn’t so commonplace.  I ponder further and realize that for a large portion of the world without access to regular dental care, having the plaque scraped free and the teeth polished is an extraordinary experience.  And in my case, couple that with a dental office nestled in a Hawaiian seaside village and you have one impacting appointment.

below the dentist's chair ~ photo by Jessica Dofflemyer

 

Impacting being the operative word.  (Oh, the puns abound).  The first question the hygienist asks me when I arrive is if I have had those impacted wisdom teeth surgically removed yet.  I explain that saving up the $1500 to do so has been slow going – but hey, I think one of them has poked through the gum.  That’s helpful, right?

Just like Jeb, I’m still cutting teeth.  Wisdom ones at that.  I reflect on the significance (if any) and wonder at the fact that these teeth are still moving.  Nothing is stagnant.  I’m still changing.

I go to Louise Hay‘s, “You Can Heal Your Life” (I can’t help it, my friend gave me the book) to find out the thoughts she believes are connected to my teeth.  She suggests that impacted wisdom teeth may come from “not giving mental space to create a firm foundation.”

To be honest, I don’t understand exactly what this means.  Maybe I’m not giving enough mental space to it.

Still, my wisdom teeth and I are feeling quite open-minded as I consider Louise’s affirmation antidote:

I open my consciousness to the expansion of life.  There is plenty of space for me to grow and change.”

Maybe that little protruding tooth has dropped down as proof-positive that I am opening and expanding.  Let’s hope so.  Maybe I’ll expand into a couple thousand dollars so I can spring for the happy gas.

In perfect Kauai woo-woo fashion, the oral surgeon who can remove these impacting teeth offers a yogic meditation CD to help calm prior to surgery.  I have the choice to use just the meditation techniques and a local anesthetic or be completely put under with the laughing gas.

I’d like to think that I could Buddha myself into such a calm state that I wouldn’t mind hearing the sound of the teeth coming out of my head.  But I don’t want to risk being wrong.  Perhaps I’ll be accessing this level of expanded consciousness after they’re removed.

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I’ve got the meditation CD.  I should just start listening to it so I can cope with regular day stuff.  Getting Jeb to shampoo his hair is like pulling teeth…

 

 

November 8, 2010

The day was like a mundane sandwich with a couple of slices of magic for the bread.

After dropping Jeb at school I took a 30 minute beach walk to pump fresh blood to my heart before diving into the day’s tasks at hand.  Not one person was there as I walked the shore, dodging random guavas and wet bees in the sand.  In the bay a dolphin pod greeted the day with silver splashes, the clan’s tiny babies practicing their spins.  No need for a camera – this was an image to remember and feel.

Giving thanks, then shifting gears, I shook the sand from my toes and began:

big-headed ants and rodent control
a faulty washing machine
two AT&T bills
Department of Water
health insurance
internet trouble call
what’s the status on the termite treatment?
Google spreadsheets
checkbook reconciled
iCal reminders
credit card balances
cost basis
invoices
tracking non-cash donations

At day’s end Jeb’s back home with me and we layer lasagna and let it bubble in the oven.  As it bakes he steps outside gifting me this picture to end the day.

photo by Jessica Dofflemyer