What is your song? Are you singing it?

hillsSatya writes: A book I’m reading tells a story about the three most important tasks of being a human being: we need to quiet the busyness of our minds, find our song, and sing our song.

Our song might be keeping things clean and tidy, or making tables, or loving people who are difficult to love. I’ve been wondering about what my song might be.

Last week our esteemed Dharma teacher visited our little Buddhist group in Malvern. Before he arrived I was a teensy bit frantic – making sure that everything was ready, wanting to make a good impression, running at a million miles an hour.

Afterwards my friend thanked me for getting into such a state, because as he watched me he had an insight into a similar trait he recognised in himself. He hadn’t realised how he’d behaved at the beginning of a group he ran himself, and suddenly saw it reflected and magnified in me. As he told me the story I smiled wryly, glad to be of service to him.

Maybe my song is to be foolish : )

On reflection, I think my song really is to be foolish. Singing my song means writing newsletters like this one, where I own up to being very human and show you that it’s really okay. We are acceptable just as we are.

This is also what happens in my novels. My characters find out about their own foolishness, and then have an experience of being accepted – Joe by his aunt Nel, April by Art, Ruth by Red and by herself.

Being foolish and being loveable anyway. Even when I really don’t feel loveable. I can live with that. I’ll keep offering my foolishness up.

What might your song be? How are you currently singing it in your life? How would you like to sing it? Do share your thoughts in the comments.

A final confession. My friend forgot that he’d told me about noticing my foolishness, and he told me about it again in front of some different friends. The first time he recounted it I’d been amused, but this time I was a teensy bit tired of having my foolishness pointed out and I pretended not to hear him.

There are layers and layers and layers. Trust me. And it’s all okay.

In other news I’m planning a big online event, Grateful May, I hope you’ll join me. And if you’d like to listen to me talking about burning flapjacks (with my Buddhist priest hat on) you can do so here. Go well _/\_

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7 thoughts on “What is your song? Are you singing it?

  1. Eileen Norman

    You are singing my song! I finally accepted at seventy-six that God created me for comic relief.
    My blog is Laughter: Carbonated Grace
    You might enjoy the post, The Gold in the Golden Years. It’s about laughing at ourselves.

  2. Elfie

    For what its worth, I don’t think you’re foolish, just caring, careful and maybe sometimes short of an extra pair of hands 😉
    You can hear my songs on the website: I think ‘MayDay’ is near the top.

  3. Smudge

    Sounds to be like your song is an honest one, and a gentle one. 🙂

    What you call foolishness I call vulnerability – oh if only more of us could admit to it!

    And my song is Happy – inspired by Pharrell Williams because I can’t sing and I can’t remember the words 😉

  4. jocelyn

    I think your friend needs to grow a little more. It sounds like they went straight from an insight into themselves and moved to reinforce their injured ego by pointing to your faults. This was unkind and unnecessary. Learning does not always need an audience. It never needs to be spoken if it lacks compassion.

    One last thing. To be human is to appear foolish at times. Appearances can be deceptive, if the heart is in the right place all that follows has worth and should be honoured.

    Having written these comments I think I have just sung my song.

    Thank you for your web iste and all that you write


  5. JulesPaige

    One time I was told by a person who I thought was a friend – though probably more of an acquaintance (because being a friend is a two way street, not always a one sided effort to do something…anyway) that they hadn’t noticed my new eyeglasses because they didn’t look at my face when talking to me. I thought that was odd. I try very hard to look at a person, their whole face to pick up on all those non-verbal cues that our brain processes without a second thought. I thought she was being rather rude to especially say that in a public gathering. But it wasn’t until years later that I think I understood where she was coming from. She didn’t like her own face. She had mentioned she always wore bangs to cover her forehead, which she didn’t like. Maybe there were other things she didn’t like about herself either. And that is OK too.

    There are always layers. More than we will ever understand at any one given time. But it is nice to be able occasionally to be accepted for who we are and share our song even if only we are only brave enough to share it with a few people. I am getting to the point where my song is becoming clearer to me. And it doesn’t matter if I play it on an untuned piano with some broken keys.

    Thank you for being brave and sharing your experiences with us.

  6. Daphne Radenhurst

    I like it that your song is to be foolish, which seems both humble and humorous.
    I think that my song is to be myself, whether it be to go outside in the morning, breathe in the fresh air, lift my arms up to the sky, or do kundalini yoga which brings me to a state of blissful calm, feed my cat and tickle his tummy, go on retreats, or write my Life Story, which is entitled …..till I end my song.

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