Healing Dance with a Piano

Healing Dance with a Piano

I’m sitting at a piano feeling anxious, immobilized, indecisive and deeply sad. Why? What could a piano  be doing that has me stopped in my tracks? Haven’t I been writing about how wonderful it is to be out hiking, even in deep snow at low temperatures.  Haven’t I been making presentations about what I’m willing to do to be in the presence of overwhelming beauty?  Didn’t I declare 10 months ago today that I was now a nomad?

It’s just a piano! I don’t have a house, I can’t have a piano, right? Well, that’s just it! This isn’t just any old piano, it’s the piano that I bought 30 years ago to lighten my heart. It’s where sang songs with my children.  It’s the instrument that freed my inner musician while I mastered the first two books in the Suzuki School. It bonded me with my son as he blossomed as a cellist, giving voice to the duets we played together. It was an instrument of healing in the community Shepherd’s Play that softened my heart to forgiving the Waldorf Community for dashing my dream of taking a class through their 8-year schooling journey.

So, it’s not just a piano. Its strings are heartstrings. And now, as my son, who has been keeping the piano for the past 10 months, moves away to his own house-free living situation, it appears that the piano must move into its own new life.

The problem is that I don’t know who’s going to get it. I was so happy at first that my son would have it. Now, he can’t take it either and the piano’s unknown future leaves me sad and unfulfilled and grieving.

Stop! Whoosh! My story just changed in a flash!  Continue reading

The Real Work

The Real Work — Wendell Berry

It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,

and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.

The mind that is not baffled is not employed.

The impeded stream is the one that sings.

~ Wendell Berry ~
(Collected Poems)

The impeded stream is the one that sings

My friend, Barbara Hotz, another master of words and rhythms in my life, sent me this poem on the day my hiking partner of 5 years announced that he was going solo for a time. It wasn’t so much that I was surprised with the news, just the timing. Are we ever ready for those changes we intuit or have even secretly wished for? Even though our relationship had been strained with lack of common, heartfelt purpose for the past month, we had kept willing ourselves to be together. He was the brave one to take the bold step of leaving.

Emptiness and disorientation, sadness and resignation dogged my steps. Who was I now? What would I do?  What glory was there now in all the thousands of miles we had walked together if our next walks would be solo?

And then, this poem arrived.

I allowed myself to feel the sadness of separation and to express my gratitude for the blessing of his company on all those marvelous journeys. Tears flowed for a time until they were done. And then,I could get to work on being solo.

I discovered that, indeed, this separation is a gateway to new opportunities

  • To clarify my purpose both in Life and in Business
  • To indulge in my personal connections with God and Nature
  • To focus on my questions, my inner discoveries
  • To share with my community in my own unique way

And then, he called me from his new trail! “I want to stay in touch, just needed a time to work out my own thoughts.”
Let the real work begin!

Stay tuned as we attend to our real work of creating a relationship that nourishes and fulfills us both.

Tell me about YOUR times of being jolted into your “real work”. Please comment below.

Resources:

Colin Tipping’s Expanding into Love Workshop in Georgia, March, 2014 and Truckee, CA in May 2014 http://www.colintipping.com/blog/

Journey to YOUR HeartLand:STORIES,  a month-long telecourse to discover, love, and transform our Old Stories in a lighthearted community. A program of ForgivenessWalks.

Mary Canane’s Heart of Mother Earth Retreats: Metamorphosis of Self in Nature in Tennessee and Florida

Stephanie Wright’s Divine Time Retreats: Release, Renew, Receive, Rekindle in North Georgia

Shirley Valentine

Burdened by the weight of Unused LifeI had the delight to see my future daughter-in-law, Teralyn Tanner, perform beautifully as “Shirley Valentine”, in this one-woman play by Willy Russell. The play was surprisingly similar to my own Life!

Trapped in her middle class housewife life, Shirley breaks free, realizing that “There’s so much Unused Life!” She laments that people get bogged down, and live as dead after middle age, “All weighted down by the burden of their Unused Life!” What a poignant metaphor.  It’s not that we’re just empty and lifeless if we don’t manifest our dreams, saddened and unmotivated by the fear of going after what we really want, relinquishing our dreams for the safety and comfort of resignation. No, Shirley observes, we are actually weighted down by the Unused Life.  I just love that metaphor – Unused Life!

Maybe I’ll call my new class: Shirley Valentine!!

What Shirley embodies is exactly what we’ll be discovering, loving, and letting go in a fabulous class all about our STORIES, those burdens of unused life that weigh us down.

Don’t worry! We’ll be as FREE as Shirley at the end of the four-week class and I’ll be making it easy for you to discern those stories, love them just as they are, turn off the switch to their energy drain, and fashion a New Story – just like Shirley does.

Join Us!

Journey to YOUR HeartLand: STORIES 

 

Want more on Shirley Valentine? Here’s a DVD of this charming play:

Shirley Valentine DVD

http://www.amazon.com/Shirley-Valentine-Collins/dp/B00G35R9ZK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1391294860&sr=8-1&keywords=shirley+valentine

OR, if you’re in the Charleston, SC area in the spring, you can catch Midtown Theatre’s live production starring Teralyn Tanner at the Piccolo Spoleto Festival

http://www.charlestonarts.org/about-cultural-affairs-charleston/festivals-and-special-events/piccolo-spoleto-festival/

Winter Walk Complete

Well, we did it! Walked in the mountains of Pennsylvania for six days in snow, with temps down near zero a couple of nights. It’s strange how significant this rather short walk seems, even though I’ve walked so many other long walks in the past six years.

Why is that, I wondered.

Is it because the wintry conditions were challenging and this was a new trail for me?

Is it because walking is my new lifestyle and that perhaps my walking has value not just for myself but for others too?  Is it because now, as I walk, I’m more keenly aware of the transformational qualities of the journey and I’m flooded with the metaphorical  qualities of my walking for other aspects of my life – my general way of being, my business?

Is it because I’m making choices about a new relationship and noticing all the opportunities that come up each day to either go unconscious into my Old Stories or expand into Love with a New relationship story?
Is it because I’m constantly asking myself “how can my walking be of service to others” and help me walk into my own dream of joyous prosperity?

Well, yes, to all of those questions! I’ll keep pondering them and wondering if you, dear reader and follower of my journeys, have similar questions about your own journey – on trails, in cities, in new businesses or old, new relationships with others or yourself, or similar yearning to create a New Story for your own life.

I’ll keep this short today because I’m on the road for the next few days headed to Georgia to join the Trail Dames at their annual trip to the Hike Inn. I’ll get to share fresh tales and pictures from this walk in the evening program.

I’ll leave you with a few snapshots of the Laurel Highlands Hiking Trail and be back next week with more details!  Thanks for reading!

We followed the Yellow Blazes of the Laurel Highlands Hiking Trail for 70 miles. In addition to the frequent yellow paint marks on trees and posts, there were 18″ high concrete pillars etched with a number at each mile point! That was encouraging on the 14-mile days when we were plowing through 5″ of powdery snow!


Occasionally, stands of Hemlock trees rose majestically, creating dramatic contrast with the bright snow.


The last three miles of the Laurel Highlands Trail took us on a steep 1000′ descent from the Laurel Ridge to the Youghiogheny River, Viewpoints like this one jutted out from the trail. We were NOT tempted to veer off our snowy path to look through the curtain of snowflakes to get a look at the icy river below!

Blessings on your own journey!

Tell me about it!
I’m coasting on the thrill of an amazing walk with gratitude for the privelege of walking to my heart’s content! To celebrate this abundance, I’m offering my upcoming course, Journey to YOUR Heartland for another couple of days for an amazing price. Come check it out and join me in February for an exploration of STORIES.

Journey to YOUR HeartLand