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Tell Me Why . . . By Kathy Eckles |
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Science of the Heart *Did you know . . . The entire body is Appreciation and anger produce opposite effects in the body. Meditation increases the hormone DHEA which helps to reduce stress and improve memory. A 20 percent increase in DHEA has shown a 48 percent decrease in heart disease. Heart centered meditation focused upward reduces overall stress, while heart centered meditation focused downward Care and compassion for five minutes causes Laughter increases oxygen levels in the blood which produces endorphins, the feel-good hormones which strengthen the immune system. Prayer can improve self-esteem, anxiety, anxiety and depression in both those prayed for and those doing the praying. For heart centered meditation info and practices, see Susanna and Puran Bair's work at www.iamheart.org |
Why do you love me? Why do we get the joy of more time with Mom, and yet Why in those scary nights together in the cardiac care unit did we sing 'Tell Me Why', like Nick did with his mother and dad, probably at about the very same time? Why did his mom pass on, and we're still together? Why did you arrange for us to sing this same song in our upcoming concert? ♥♥♥ Tell Me Why is an old traditional song we used sing in the car as kids. It asks one to "Tell Me Why . . . the stars shine, the ivy twines, and why the sky's so blue. And if you can, I'll tell you why I love you." Mom spent 2 1/2 weeks in the cardiac and surgical care units of the hospital. My sister Michele and I traded off spending time with her, initially doing it that way to give each other rest, though soon it was so we could each enjoy privacy in the luscious intimate spaces Mom was making with us. She would draw us in near her, hold our hands, and speak into our eyes and hearts with a well known and often hidden gentleness and compassion, a reflective wisdom that was so simply kind that we were literally changed by it. Mom's heart shut down, then opened, and then opened our hearts some more, too. Two nights before Mom's surgery, Michele and I stayed overnight in the Cardiac Care Unit with her. She'd had a restless night the night before and we were trying to help her rest, help her not be too afraid. (Who am I kidding? I was scared out of my mind, no longer a figure of speech.) It was dark in the unit that night. Michele was on one side of the bed. I was on the other, each of us holding one of Mom's hands. At some point, after so many intense days together, it seems like there's not much more to say. So like we'd done for so many years as kids, I said, "Let's sing," and out popped the old apropos favorite, We might have ended at the first verse, but hooked up to every monitoring, heart pumping, intravenous everything you can imagine, Mom broke into harmony with the second verse, so we sang on. I swear it, we could feel the darkened room sparkling with Light. Mom slept peacefully that night, with either Michele or I at her side holding her hand. Her occasional soft squeeze told us she knew we were there. Life and death are easier together. That old song made new life that night, and is surely our signature favorite. We smile deep inside when we sing it. We'll be recording it for posterity, and are likely to play it when it is time to finally say goodbye to one of us. No matter who is how old, we don't know which one of us, or when it will be. We just know it will be. ♥♥♥ Don't miss the moments to love and more intimately know people, and to let them know it's so . . . just because. Everyday we can learn to better understand and communicate with one another. Doing so is an art and skill that we can learn, and polish with more Love. Something real and magical has made it possible. Tell Me Why . . . Why is it so? Why is it possible?
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