Emergence

Friday I began unpacking myself, bit by bit. I hadn't even realized I had still been closeted away despite the empty boxes & being in my new place for a month. But, I was. Part of me was bound up in my cherised Paiste Planet & Sound Creation gongs, zippered up tight like them inside their padded cases. With each unzipping, unpadding, unpacking, more of my 0wn life essence emerged, blinking in the bright light. As I screwed together gong stands and hung the gleaming discs up, it was as if I were breathing for the first time in months. And as I struck the Sun gong for the first time since December, it was as if my heart had begun to beat again. As the distant thunder sound closer, my arteries finally unblocked & the blood began to flow.

I've known for years that we have developed a close bond, me and the healing gongs. And, on a cerebral level, I knew that my means to self-expression was "in storage" - underneath the bed, in the closet, on a shelf. But, it wasn't until "the reveal" that I truly realized how much about being alive in the most basic sense was connected to these sacred instruments. We have worked together to support healing & transformation in so many people. I forgot how much our relationship has not only healed & transformed me but enabled me to exist more fully on this Earth.

Now they are assembled - Earth, Venus, Uranus, Neptune, Fire, Fight, Water & Moon - gathered around me in an arc of resonance. As I play the gongs, it is as if my battery were finally able to recharge. They stand tall, available, strong, ready to speak with and to me as I speak through them. The contract between the rich, dark brown wide floor boards and the bright shining metal is strikingly beautiful. Out the second story window, the tops of the flowering fruit trees and clear blue sky create a lovely backdrop for my dear friends to wait for the next time their resonant voices are invited to speak. A part of me waits there, too, silent and dependent, ready to vibrate with life.