Archive | February 15, 2006

energy work

I found my grandmother’s paper weaving needles again the other day. This is how she taught me how to weave energy when we were working with the paper. She used to have me focus on what the weaving would look like when we were done. She also had a song we sang while we did the weaving. I used to sit on her lap in her big chair and we would work together to make the weaving.

I think she started this when I was 4 or 5 and now I know that she was laying the ground work for future lessons and probably testing me to see how well I did it. I wonder what she was looking for and why she decided to take the next steps in my training. What did she see in a 5 year old? Or was she just trying to make me sit still for awhile? My Aunt Barbie, whom I adore, told me at Christmas she liked watching me when I was small because she could watch me observe everything before I decided whatever I was going to do next when the rest of the cousins just would jump in and do. She said she used to tell the adults to leave me be when they wanted to chivvy me into doing what ever the others were doing. I’m glad she did that but I had no idea she or anyone else was watching. I know I used to cause quite a fuss when the Christmas gifts were given out because I wanted to explore each gift before ripping open the next one. I also had to put the box of 105 crayons in rainbow order before I could go on which drove a lot of the adults apeshit. But you know they weren’t right and I had to make them right.

This mess with Cheney as well as all the other Bush messes brought this song to mind this Am.

Different (2003)
words and music by John McCutcheon

Maybe the kids are paying attention after all.

A father tucked a little girl
Into bed last night
“Tell me,” said the little girl
“What’s wrong and what is right”
I learned to always tell the truth
Be honest, never lie
I’m punished when I tell a fib
So I’ve got to ask you why
When grandpa called up on the phone
You said to say you weren’t at home…
That’s different
Is what her father told her
It’s different
You’ll understand when you get older
Sometimes grownups have to lie
But kids should never…don’t ask why
It’s just different

A father tucked a little girl
Into bed last night
“Tell me,” said the little girl
“What’s wrong and what is right”
I was taught to clean my room
To pick up all my mess
To leave it cleaner than before
But I must confess
It’s so confusing when I find
The garbage grownups leave behind…
That’s different
Is what her father told her
It’s different
You’ll understand when you get older
It’s complicated, yes it’s true
There’re limits to what we can do
It’s just different

A father tucked a little girl
Into bed last night
“Tell me,” said the little girl
“What’s wrong and what is right”
In school we’re taught to settle fights
With words instead of fists
It takes courage to control
It’s stronger to resist
What are all these lessons for
When we’re so quick to go to war?
That’s different
Is what her father told her
It’s different
You’ll understand when you get older
Despite the lessons learned in schools
Grownups get to fudge the rules
It’s just different

Parents find it great relief
To compromise all their beliefs

It’s different
Than what we thought we’d see
So different
Than what it ought to be
Imagine how our world would seem
If we all lived up to our dreams
It’d be different

©2003 John McCutcheon/Appalsongs (ASCAP)