Liquid Language on Fire Island
October 6, 2014
Recently I had the opportunity to self heal and reflect spending quiet time at the beach. The skies were overcast with an occasional appearance of the sun peeking through a gray cloud. It was quite an experience, being the only soul on a beach miles long, communing with the seagulls, terns, soft sand, the sky and the bluest of blue ocean that seemed to stretch onto infinity.
This time reminded and connected me of the reason why I love working with singing bowls so much. When I speak though the bowls there is need for no words, no language other than that of Liquid Language of Light and of Love. Transformation and reflection possible without every the need to utter a single word. A language first learned early on, rediscovered and recently remembered in the bluest of blue eyes of my beautiful Teacher.
A place so still, so serene in Trust and Faith I could walk up to a young doe, placing my hand on her head, stroking her behind her ears as her mother occasionally looked up from her morning meal.
How to put into words watching the sand dance in my bowl as I play then forming mandalas when it surrenders into silence. The jumping of sea water from my bowl as I place it on my husband’s knee, sore from the joy of years of bouncing twins on it.
