This morning, I listened to a Sensory Awareness leading by Mariela Valdez.  She played different styles of music and we noticed our response.  I changed immediately with the music, marching, flowing, rocking, then, then when she played a cowboy song, I remembered lying flat on the table prepared for radiation.  They always played music, usually soothing, but one day, I’d been carefully arranged for the machine and cowboy music came on and I couldn’t stop moving which stopped the process. Set-up began again.  It showed me the power of music. I was taken away from a machine to ride slung low in the saddle feeling space and sky around and in me.

After going through chemotherapy, I’ve rarely been able to handle the stimulation of music, but today I responded with pure delight.

I’m aware we’re in the Jewish Holy Days, and Etty Hillesum comes to mind.  Born in 1914, she was a Dutch author who wrote of her religious awakening and the persecutions of Jewish people in Amsterdam during the German occupation.  

In 1943 she was deported and killed in Auschwitz concentration camp.

Here are some of her words.

Sometimes the most important thing in a whole day is the rest we take between two deep breaths, or the turning inwards in prayer for five short minutes.

I do believe it is possible to create, even without ever writing a word or painting a picture, by simply molding one’s inner life. And that too is a deed.

“Slowly but surely I have been soaking Rilke up these last few months: the man, his work and his life. And that is probably the only right way with literature, with study, with people or with anything else: to let it all soak in, to let it all mature slowly inside you until it has become a part of yourself. That, too, is a growing process. Everything is a growing process. And in between, emotions and sensations that strike you like lightning. But still the most important thing is the organic process of growing.” 

“A large group of us were crowded into the Gestapo hall, and at that moment the circumstances of all our lives were the same. All of us occupied the same space, the men behind the desk no less than those about to be questioned. What distinguished each of us was only our inner attitude.” 

I continue to see it’s about feeling within to cultivate how we meet what comes.  Peace!

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