By nature, I am not a crier. But I do cry when children sing or dance or perform in a play. Especially when their unbridled joy is clear to me. Last night was the camp's annual Zimriyah, or sing off. Each division sings three songs in a camp-wide competition. I could do without the competitive part and the inevitable tears after the winner is announced, but the singing was inspirational. Okay, not every kid is a Justin Timberlake or a Britney, but there is nothing like watching the look on the face of a kid who is totally letting go of all inhibition and singing with all their heart and soul.I love watching the fervor with which the campers sing. They smile, jump, wave their hands in a choreographed fashion. Their are some serious singers in the crowd, knitted brows, fists waving. I love watching the faces. And I always tear up at the joy that I witness.
I never used to understand why I cried at these happy occasions, but I now realize that it's tied into the work that I do as a life coach. So many adults get disconnected from this level of unbridled joy and flow, myself included for a big chunk of my life. It is so easy for us to get caught up in the daily grind, getting our jobs done, our families cared for, that we don't always realize that it's possible to do all of this and still be really happy.
Many of my clients feel that they are stuck in their lives, resigned to their 'lot in life'. I couldn't disagree more. I feel we are always at choice, and sometimes we just need a little kick in the pants to remind us of what's possible. Watching those kids last night was my wake up reminder. I am meeting the day with a renewed sense of connection to my essence. And it doesn't hurt that it also happens to be my day off. What will I choose to do today that will reflect the joy I witnessed? Stay tuned to tomorrow's post for the answer.
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Good timing. I was just thinking about this. I also cry when kids sing- anyone's kids. And last night I got to hear our 14 year old sng with his camp choir and have several solos. (He IS good!) this time around I think what got me more than anything was my son's capacity to move his classmates. So many friends were moving and swaying to his sionging and burt into spontaneous cheers and applause afterwards. I too began to wonder at the sheer power of singing from your heart. Have a great day...
ReplyDeleteWow, what a powerful thing to witness, Pearl! I feel moved by your telling of this inspirational and moving event.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your experience with the power of doing anything from the heart. There is nothing like it!
I so agree! We always have a choice! And our choices determine the degree in which we expand in this lifetime. A little or a lot. Thank you for your thoughts. It's good to get that "kick in the pants". Namaste
ReplyDeleteGrowing up with victims all around me and a lot of blaming, I stand firmly in choice and it's inherent power. Thanks for joining me in the anti-victim campaign, Pat.
ReplyDeleteThat's funny, Sandy, I was planning on posting a blog on being a victim! I'm so glad we're on the same page!
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