here today

 

i sing.

couple of months ago stephan aizenstadt came to town.
the workshop was on dreamtending and all the Jungians were there in their shawls and such.

he told a story of a village where the women when they are ready to become mothers they find a tree and sit under it and listen for the song of their child-to-be.

when the song comes to them they learn it and sing it or hum it while the baby is in the womb and they teach it to the father and also to the other women of the village.

at the birth, the women all gather around and sing the song of the child that was listened for by its mother under a tall tree

a few weeks ago a song came to me I was not listening for it but still it arrived and although I only had a tiny beginning of a baby in me for a week and then it was gone still the song has not stopped.

I sing to the sun in the sky I sing to the sun rising high

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