Too deep for words

When something profound has happened in my life, like this past weekend at The Listening Well workshop with Christina Baldwin, I often find myself sitting with images and music for awhile before the words are ready to emerge.

I have been changed by a circle of 16 women who came to the shore of a lake to sit in a circle, tell stories, dream of a transformed world, listen deeply, stand beside each other, and pass tissues when necessary. We talked, we laughed, we cried, we walked through the woods, we played on the swings, we crunched in the leaves, and we built a spontaneous labyrinth. It was magical.

Note: if the video doesn’t have any sound, try this version. I tried to use a song that became meaningful to us this past weekend (Calling All Angels, sung by Jane Siberry), but YouTube was threatening to strip the sound from the video. I created an alternate version.

On the last morning there, a song was on my heart. I didn’t know where it came from, and when I Googled the lyrics, it appears I may have rewritten them, but I kind of like the lyrics my heart wrote better than the original.

I could not ask for more of the earth below me

could not ask for more of the sky above

I’ve got all I’m searching for

and I could not ask for more.

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