Yesterday, I was reminiscing about an “episode” –– meaning like 4 years –– from my distant past to wake up with a Linked-in invitation from said episode. Fascinating … Especially on the Day of Atonement, or as a Course In Miracles suggests, “At-One-Meant.”
I’ve revealed that lately I’ve been listening non-stop to the Abraham-Hicks meditations, actively memorizing them so they really sink in.
And so on The Day of Atonement, I was thinking about the lines: “When the success of another makes your heart sing, your resistance is gone, and your own success soars.”
I actually am EXTREMELY and AUTHENTICALLY supportive of my close friend’s successes, but there are a few folks out there whose triumphs I find less than thrilling.
So tonight I did an extraordinary round of tapping over 3.5 humans –– all of whom I know –– to clear any speed-bumps over their successes.
The process was quite revealing and actually really fast. Like most EFT stuff, it left me kinda buzzing in a good way, and I did feel any residual resentment shifting away.
[If you want to know the people I’m talking about, you’ll have to buy me a drink first.]
Since I dimly recall that Jewish holidays begin at Sundown, my Day of Atonement began yesterday on the beach with Belle, listening to Renee Fleming sing the fourth of Strauss’ Four Last Songs.
Terrence introduced me to these –– and gave me a few bootleg recordings as well –– back in our NYC yoga days.
Fleming is astonishing in them –– I have like 3 or 4 different recordings by different singers of the set –– but nothing is better or more moving than her singing Im Abendrot (In Twilight).
There is such an extraordinary sense of calm and serenity. There’s nothing defiant, but rather complete acceptance. I also love that the orchestra has like 2 minutes of intro and the same to complete the song after the singer’s last words “Is this perchance death?” It’s so rich and moving and warm all at once.
[Remember, these really are Strauss’ last compositions, just after WWII, at the ripe age of 84; they are a GENIUS-level self-epitaph. I only wish I could ask him if those piccolos at the end are larks in the woods, or angels, or Strauss himself ascending to heaven.]
Anyway, it felt so right to hear Fleming sing them on a stormy, foggy beach yesterday –– but frankly it always feels right to hear her sing them –– especially since I have been feeling with the novel being released into the world of editors and publishers, it is an end of one very personal era in so many ways.
[Foolishly, the director cuts away from Fleming’s face when he should have held on her for the last two minutes; he does return at the end, and I do think this is the better video, mostly.]
TRANSLATED LYRICS:
“We’ve gone through joy and crisis
Together, hand in hand,
And now we rest from wandering,
Above the silent land.
The valleys slope around us,
The air is growing dark,
And dreamily, into the haze,
There still ascends two larks.
Come here, and let them flutter,
The time for sleep is soon.
We would not want to lose our way In this great solitude.
O vast and silent peace!
So deep in twilight ruddiness,
We are so wander-weary ––
Could this perchance be death?”
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