Watch for the Little Winks

If Horton can hear a Who, we can too.

EM’s Sunday Morning Notes:

I woke up at 4:30 am feeling snippets of dreams under the surface, but nothing wanted to step forward, to become sacrificial tidbits, feeding my deeper needs.

As I lay there, what surfaced was the knowing that I’ve been hearing and feeling a different kind of inner-somatic music since childhood. Then later, after life-pattern interruptions, more is exposed. And some of us realize that our existence here, all of our energy, has been about pretending the music doesn’t exist. This reduction of our essence begins when we realize that no one in our midst perceives it. And if they do perceive it, their fear scolds the light into shadow and shame - “Stay small. Stay quiet.”

It makes me think of the Dr. Seuss children’s book and animated movie, “Horton Hears a Who!” Often, the arts and culture give us little bright winks through the thick fog that has dampened our senses and world. I know I saw the wink as a child, but then I discovered a whole other downtick meta layer of people not seeing the embedded wink. They see a fun little entertaining story about the sound they cannot hear. I’m sure there were people who saw it. I just never met any that could follow the thread beyond anomalous winks and be courageous enough to climb out of the bitter quiet.

I’m grateful and inspired by those souls who bravely enter the fog to gift us with the nods and the winks. And six decades later, I find that I am one of them.

Here’s my wink: “You’re not crazy. The sound of the music is real. And it wants nothing more than to hum through you.”

Music by EM

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