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A soul arrangement by Sufrageria Cameliei

I wish I would be a poet to pour out what fills my heart and have the gift to bestow you with its beauty as well.

I wish when I type, when I let the words speak their mind to you, that this soft energy flows with them and reaches you too.

I wish when you wake up to imagine a gentle hand on your shoulder. This hand will not only be gentle and barely touching you as a lightest feather, but will fill you up with these words”I see you.I hear you.I notice your efforts. I am here.I understand.”

I wish that you can be with me in my living room and listen to waltzes, and classical soothing music based and inspired by the collection of Masaru Emoto. A book I have referred to earlier on - “Water Crystal Healing - Music and images to restore your well-being”.

Masaru Emoto, “Water Crystal Healing”

I wish that with every story that moves your hearts, you might also take the time to ask perhaps further questions on what was in there for you. What was in there lifting you up, what was in there sending you waves of both inspiration and aspiration. What was in there that let your tears flow on your cheeks without even noticing at first. What was in there that made your heart shatter, sink in a deep shadow only to see that the shadow is not there anymore. What was in there to make you whisper, I am flourishing. Hello strength.

I wish that with every person that we encounter we make a pact to ourselves to observe, to accept some parts in ourselves that were pulled from inside out and expressed as if they did not belong to us. I wish that when we calm down and settle into the night to sleep, we might remember a moment during that day when our voice did not feel right, when we felt we maybe were not that truthful ,when we felt that we hit an internal disagreement, when we felt wearing perhaps a mask instead. I like to collect these moments and be grateful for them. I wish upon them to transform me tomorrow and allow me to find the way to reduce them. I wish upon them and give thanks. Only to make me understand that I can start all over again with the sunrise and enforce my pact to bring my own true nature to the table. Always graceful.

I wish that my Sunday musical notes may trigger a part in yourselves that might like to explore and dig more in the core of your hearts.

The sun or the moon?

How did I reach to these notes this morning? Through the lens of a beautiful day with friends yesterday.

I wish this might be this magical ode to the family-far-from-home we created over the years. We planted the seeds , we danced on the waves of joy together(literally and figuratively), we cried in times of distress, loss and grief and we hugged for life.

The family-far-from-home that has allowed us to carry on onto our heritage of generosity and sacrifice. The family that we kept fighting for. It did not come with a maintenance booklet. We bring to the table what it has to offer and we discover that we all written oped some magic rules as we go.

We have written these notes anew with all that was triggered in us we made it stronger.

This is how I have seen all unfold on this past week. There is some nervous build up when we anticipate magic to happen. There is an expectation that everything should be special and we make it so. Life on the other hand laughs occasionally at our plans and drops little events in, here and there, that might sound like a mini overturn of events. There is some tension somewhere we did not know we have it.

What makes me say all of these?

I woke up yesterday with an unfamiliar headache. I totally refused to listen to it as I had good deeds to perform! I was dreaming to enter my cooking zone and whip up a majestic lunch. I was dreaming to go to the flower lady and come back home with colourful flowers to decorate my home.

I had bold big dreams and was envisioning a smooth naturally flowing everything.

Except the headache and pressure I felt in my head.I sat quietly with the sun and tried to enjoy my coffee and wondered how can I welcome in this “un-welcomed partner” so to speak. I knew from many experiences before that If I cook with a headache, the result might be far from enjoyable.I was looking for ways to be creative first before I would find also an Advil first.

Finding my center and focusing on what my dreams about the day were I have asked for co-operation, for muses. Before I would leave you with the quotes from Masaru Emoto, I would add that it was not all zen and calmness. The day brought all kinds of moments in. The waves were rocky and first, the moods were high and running sort of against time, the race was intense and first. It took a bit of work, perhaps couples of hours, yet with diligence and focus on what was the meaning of the entire day and beyond. So I have sat down and took in all that was coming and rising. I did have to allow for a total “sofa-laziness” moment just to soak up waltzes and music and stop the race of “planning” and”to-do”s .I did let go of some details flowers and other strenuous activities that included climbing the hill! I was there with the music and the intention. And it was also about each and everyone’s contribution to turning the day into a good memorable day. The headache and the fog started to defuse, the call to start cooking came in revitalised and the rest was like a day at the movies.

As it turned out, there was some tension in all of us. The Advil came in handy for few. The stories were pouring in. Sleepless nights, toothaches, and heart aches were dropped in just to be dissolved. I sort of imagine the kids came back from uni and they were all pouring in stories about was boiling deep down inside eager to share, eager to be heard, embraced, hugged.

More details- imagine cutting off branches of a rebel tree that wanted to expand in my back room and fighting off nests of ants at my window. Imagine flowers brought by friends and other goodies to sweeten our palates.

All was in fact a spontaneous composition that needed just a master to note it down in a blend of a minor and major key. If you wish, you can still refer further for this very blend, to “Waves of the Danube” by Ion Ivanovici.

How to start finding these answers in master Masaru Emoto and his work.

Open his book on healing and land on a page. For me it happens to be the page “The Blue Danube, by Johann Strauss II, conducted by Ondrej Lenard. The story and historical context equally moving.

Johann Strauss I, known as the “father of Viennese waltzes”, was the father of Johann Strauss II, who composed an immense number of Viennese waltzes and polkas.

Strauss employed this poem’s final line to name his waltz.

Fair lady, enduring the world’s pains,

You who bask in dignity and youthfulness are

The very foundation of our soul that

Is to be found on the shores of the Danube,

On the shores of the beautiful blue Danube

Oh, nightingale, we hear your song

On the shores of the Danube moving along,

The beautiful blue Danube.

From a poem by Karl Isidor Beck

And Masaru Emoto concludes:

While you are listening to “The Blue Danube,” your central nervous system ,which may have been withered due to habitual constraint, will be revitalised. Your heart will open and your body will feel relaxed.If you have acquired a habit of living in the fast track with a high activity level, your cells are calling out, “You don’t need to suffer any longer. Live freely” .