September 9, 2010

Healing Room

I drove to the Giant store to buy another shelf for the girls’ reading loft today. Yes, I am extremely proud of the fact that the oldest is barely four and our girls have too many books for the number of shelves we own. We are turning a small loft area upstairs into a place to get lost in books and stories and relaxation, a sort of retreat from tantrums, nervous hunger freak outs, and the general nastiness that a tired family sometimes faces. I will post pictures once it is up and running, but that is not what this post is about.

I was in the car alone with Skyelar when the song Healing Room by Sinead O Conner came on the iPod. We were in between storms and the sun was doing her best to break through the rain and clouds. The air was heavy with moisture and the droplets sparkled as they bounced about. I peaked in the rearview mirror and saw Skyelar staring out the window, enjoying the music, the rain, the day. I felt a twinge of euphoria.

image by Ðeni

I swore to document it later in the day. I know I often dwell on the grief and sorrow of the human experience to the point where many people may wonder how I can see any of the beauty in the world. This post is a quick reflection on the ability to be aware enough to savor the tiniest and most memorable moments of our lives.

I have a universe inside me
Where I can go and spirit guides me
There I can ask oh any question
I get the answers if I listen
I have a healing room inside me
The loving healers there they feed me
They make me happy with their laughter
They kiss and tell me I'm their daughter
I'm their daughter
They say
You have a little voice inside you
It doesn't matter who you think you may be
You're not free if you don't know me
If you don't know me
See I'm not the lie that lives outside you
And it doesn't matter what
You think you believe
You're not free if you don't know me
If you don't know me
See I am the universe inside you
You come to me and I will guide you
And make you happy with laughter
I joy in seeing you're my daughter
You're my daughter
So believe you're not free if
you don't know me
If you don't know me
If you don't know me
If you don't know me
If you don't know me
If you don't know me…


  1. Wonderful post. I can relate. Sometimes I stop and look at all the people hustling around and think that this is not going to last and I should enjoy every second of it.
    Thanks for sharing this.

  2. You write about things you feel passionately about. I don't want to suggest you shouldn't do that, I just worry when I see too many of the "sorrow and grief" posts you write. This leads me to the conclusion that you are dwelling more on those ideas than on the good things. That is why I worry.

  3. This post makes me think of Greg Brown's song "Daughters." (I can't find anywhere to listen to it online or I'd post a link.) The song makes me cry with love and appreciation every time I hear it, and kind of makes me wish I had more than one daughter.