The Universe, Source, was nudging me all last week, singing to me. Ideas, suggestions. Then it pointed me to Julia Cameron’s book The Vein of Gold, and the task ‘Lullaby’. ‘For five minutes each day (five private minutes), hum or sing a lullaby to yourself.’ The task is on pages 164 to 166, if you are looking for it.
It is true, you know. The world is music. The world is sound. We are sound. Vibration. Nada Brahma.
My Mom sang to me, to herself, and with the radio. My Dad sang with me, my sister and brother, in his ‘own personal key of music’ as he would say, perfectly off tune. In the late afternoon heat of July, Dad driving us home after swimming in the lake, singing Jingle Bells all the way.
My chosen lullabies, the songs I sing to myself, might not be what you would expect: