In Search Of Our Own Song

There was a time long ago, so long ago that no one really remembers the story that we are about to share with you.
Many, many moons ago there was a small girl dressed in nothing but a little white gown. She was alone in this world, unique of her own kind. At night she delighted in watching the stars as they twinkled away. Each night she would start counting them and the following night she was not sure which stars she had counted. The little girl decided that she would paint the night sky so that she would be able to count each star. Her paints she created from mother earth and her canvas for the night sky was made out of many leaves that she lovingly connected to one another. Each evening she would prepare a new set of leaves for her canvas by painting them with a rich, deep dark blue pigments. Each night she would paint a small section of the stars within the night sky onto her canvas. As you can imagine this painting of the night sky would take many, many years to complete. The innocent little girl eventually turned into a young woman and the young woman became a wise crone.
You see in her journey at night painting the stars she discovered that the stars where not random. Within her canvas she discovered that some of the stars where surrounded by planets just like mother earth surrounded her sun. She saw that between the planets and their sun there was a communication pulse. She observed that the planets and stars created planetary systems and that the planetary systems too where in communication with one another.  She discovered cycles of changes taking place in the sky above her. Seeing all of this taking place made her think about her own sun and all the planets including mother earth rotating around her sun. They too must be speaking to one another. They too must be sending pulses of communication through the universe.
She continued to paint at night but now she was becoming aware of her own surroundings and started to observe all the events that where unfolding around her. At night while painting the stars and being awe struck by the pulsating communications across the heavens, she came to be aware of the silence that took place around her, however within this silence of the night,  there was much going on. The insects would be softly buzzing. She heard the song of the frogs. Watched the rise of the mists. She admired the silent flight of the bats through out the night. This was not all she saw and heard beyond the wild creatures was the plant world. The trees had many different sounds at night. They would creek and grown and the wind would rustle it’s leaves tenderly and at times the tree would drop a branch making a thunderous sound within the silence of the night. The night was alive with creatures small and large. These same creatures would rest during the day. When the daylight arrived she saw how these beautiful creatures would pull back and a new world that had slumbered during the night would begin to stir with the first rays of sunlight.
The creatures during the day where similar to those at night. Birds chirped their songs. Insects busily buzzed along their way. Bears and deers, raccoons and squirrels and many more creatures would greet the day. The flowers would stretch towards the light, showing off their bright colors. Coaxing the bees to taste from their delicious nectar.
All around the girl heard sound. Sound of pulsing communication. One species to another. Species to species. Searching for food was done with sound. Constant communication between mates. Love songs being called out for the search of a mate. Warning cries of danger, and love talk could all be heard during the day and at night. Each life form, each being was in communication with one another. During the day all of the sounds where vibrant and even noisy at times. During the night, the time of rest, there was constant sound being expressed by creatures in the air, land and sea. It was a different sound, a hushed silence of activity. Life at night expressed itself very differently than life during the day within the rays of the sun. The girl saw that day and night appeared to be separate but that in fact they where not. Twice a day both worlds would reach out to one another ever so briefly. Dusk and daybreak is when the night would meet the day. The moon still on the horizon and the sun bringing forth it’s first rays of the day the creatures of the night would meet the creatures of the day. Twice a day these worlds would meet and twice a day the little girl would stand in awe watching the beautiful transition taking place. Creatures of the day would start to stir, a bird chirped here a bee buzzed there and those heading home from the nights activity would greet them on their way for a well deserved rest. To the girls amazement there where creatures who had made themselves a life in both worlds fearing nor preferring one over the other.
Watching all of this she saw how the rain communicated with the world around her. When it rained it gave nourishment to the soil and plants and animal kingdom. The rain did not discriminate, all of life partook in quenching their thirst. There where places where it rained more than others and the animals adapted to their surroundings. She saw how the sun provided nourishment and warmth to all of life, here too she saw that no one was left out. There where many different climates all over mother earth but all forms of life where taken care of. She saw how this was the way for mother earth to communicate with every living being residing on and within her. The pulse of communication was every where. There was no place where it could not be found.
There where so many different lifeforms all around the girl. Some of them lived in large numbers guaranteeing their survival while others lived in small numbers and some where even loners who had to go out and fight and kill for their survival. Here the girl saw the communication pulse of balance expressing itself.
This made her contemplate her own being and what her place was within the world around her. What did her communication pulse look like? Who was she communicating with? She knew that the plant life was communicating with her by providing her with substance, shelter, beautiful fragrances and bright colors to admire.
The animals she had observed had so many different characteristics. Strength, endurance, courage and playfulness. All traits she had learned from the animal world. Thinking about all of this had helped her to understand the pulse of communication she was receiving from life all around her. But what about her pulse of communication? What was she communicating to the plant world? What was she communicating to the animal world? What was she communicating to mother earth? What was she giving from herself for others? How where they learning from her? How was it all connected?
These questions arose within her after many years of observation and reflection had taken place, the little girl had developed over the years into a wise old woman. Her desire was for this search of understanding, of the constant pulse of communication, to continue so the old wise crone took her paints and on a new canvas began to paint the world around her. All the life forms she had studied and watched with wonder where painted lovingly onto her canvas, the beauty of the plant life and animal world was painted with vibrant colors. She painted the pulse of communication between all beings. The old crone’s essence and desires and wisdom was placed with each stroke of her brush onto the painting she was creating. She than started to add the human being. She painted human beings of all sizes and forms across her canvas. Here too she created the pulse of communication from human to human, from human to plant life, from plant life to human, from human to the animal kingdom, from the animal kingdom to the human, from human to the land, from the land to the human, from human to the stars and from the stars to the human. She put all of her love into this masterwork hoping that mankind would find what she discovered and would continue the search that she started so long ago. All her hopes she placed within man so that they too may find their place within the life that flourished around them, discovering and hearing the song of life. The old crone’s wish was for the human race to search and find their own inner song and sing it loudly for all to hear, all the way up to the stars.