Returning to Myself

I released a newly hatched monarch the morning of my accident. It will fly to Mexico. We are both returning.

I missed last week’s blog because I was in a car accident 10 days ago, blind-sided by a truck hitting my passenger door at full speed, and sent spinning – literally and metaphorically out of control and out of my normative life. Miraculously, I am basically okay except for a concussion and neck issues. In the week after the accident, I took several long baths with epsom salts and lavendar. I put on Jennifer Berezan’s CD “Returning,” which is an hour-long chant in homage to the Mother Earth. Several of the basic tracks were recorded in Malta in an ancient temple.
With my body submerged and my head below the top of the tub, I chanted along with the CD. It was like a resonant, sonic womb. My voice merged with the voices of the recording, vibrating my body from the inside out. The vibrations of my voice vibrated my body, my body and voice vibrated the water, which in turn vibrated my body. I was bathed in the healing vibrations of sound.
“Returning,” Berezan chants. Each time, I felt my body let go of its aches and stiffness, my mind let go of anxiety and fear, my jaw relax, and my mind stop, dropping me into the center of the vibration, which was me. Deeply grateful, I returned to myself.