The Women of Whispers from Within

They come for a variety of reasons, bringing with them things unfinished as well as things not yet begun. But nonetheless, they come.

They arrive, each with their own agenda – some filled with specifics and others totally unformed, each palpably potent in their intention. And nonetheless, they come.

It begins with what it would seem that women do best: we simply sit and catch up. We take turns listening and speaking, seeming to know just when to switch from one to the other. We offer our thoughts and allow those of others to flow through us, awakening what they will on their journey through the conduits of our own receptors. And nonetheless, we are there.

And then we move deeper…into our own thoughts, into our own memories and into our own restlessness. We listen for, and so begin to hear, ourselves reverberating in the words of others. Are we really all that much different? Can it be that we are the same, with only a thin layer of our humanity keeping us from profoundly connecting to each other – and to ourselves? In these moments, we become aware that we are indeed not separate; that each of us is an expression of some aspect of another’s consciousness on the holodeck of our experience; and sometimes with hesitation and sometimes with great joy, we embrace ourselves through the words of others.

The sounds we make vibrate in our own bodies and then ripple out through the field. Sometimes flowing, sometimes drifting without seeming direction, and sometimes penetrating with searing heat and a bull’s eye to the core of our being, And nonetheless, through it all, we choose to stay awake.

We write and our thoughts move from the inside of us to the outside. We speak inside ourselves, and in that moment something opens and we weep. We speak out loud what we have written, in the solitary security of our own room, and somehow, those vibrations find new tissue not yet awakened. And then, with the courage that it takes to speak with trembling body and voice, we speak out loud for others to bear witness. In that moment, we are all transformed and we discover: who I am is just fine.

More whispers begin to free themselves… begin to awaken, one calling to the next to pass on the joyous potential of being heard! Whispers become ripples and tingles and heat, as they awaken and enliven the very tissue of our being. Finally! The light of who we are has awakened new thoughts….new sensations…and new ways of moving through our world.

All that, just from being willing to do nothing.

Breathing is good.....