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Within your creativity, lives an unstoppable power—a spiritual gift that once recognized, honored and used in Divine Love—changes your life forever.
It is the expression of the Divine and it empowers you in healing and manifesting a life of wondrous joy!
My prayer for you is that you discover and unleash it in all its magnificence—now.
Holding you in my heart and songs, |
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| This is when I discovered the potential of sound healing... |
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You may have read this story about my discovery with sound healing in my book or on one of my web-pages, and if so, here it is again…to inspire you!
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The prodigal daughter returns home...
In 1994, I received a call from my brother telling me my mother was in the hospital and not expected to live through the week. |
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I had not spoken to my mother in years because I had chosen to take some time away from her in order to do some deep emotional healing around our relationship.
My brother and I sensed she wanted some closure before she crossed over, so I made the decision to go to her quickly.
My mother and I had not seen each other for two years, and from the perspective of some, I was the prodigal daughter returning home.
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From my perspective, I had finally completed enough of my personal physical and emotional healing to be able to hold space for the emotional pain she was in and had been in most of her life.
When I arrived at the hospital in the late afternoon, I was told a nurse had given her an extra dose of morphine because family and staff were concerned about how Mom would react to me coming home.
Taking a deep, centering breath, I walked into her room, over to her bedside, and reached for her hand. |
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Making amends and finding peace together...
I told her I had resolved the painful memories of my childhood and that everything was all right. She looked deep into my eyes, like a child hoping to find acceptance, asking for my forgiveness.
Finally she found the words to tell me she was sorry and assured me she loved me.
I didn’t tell her I forgave her. I told her I understood. After years of inner healing work, I knew real forgiveness comes when the resentments are gone and in its place we truly understand the source of our own pain and the pain of others.
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As the sun fell behind the hills, my mother grew quieter as the morphine finally demanded she sleep.
Without even thinking, I started humming to her, the same way I hummed my brothers and sister to sleep when I was a child. That's when the magic began...
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Feel free to share this story with those you love. Inspiration is meant to be shared. :) |
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