June 22, 2015
(This is part of a 365 project during my 70th years where I write and illustrate a blog on each day’s gift.)
From the land of super connectedness at home in Pasadena—cell phones, Internet, cable television—to isolation with no cell phone, Internet connection and only television antennae reception, we arrived in Etlan, Virginia today. I opened the car door to the sound of a cicada chant welcoming us to our friends’ Spirit Dancer Lodge.
I have read that chanting has a healing effect on those who chant but I think certain sounds also have a spiritual healing effect for a listener. The cicada sounds reached out through a hot humid day and invited me to stop and listen. There is something about the chant that travels through my body and massages my spirit.
Not everyone agrees. I remember years ago, sitting outside with a group of friends while the cicadas were singing their mating song. One of my friends began to grow frantic and finally had to go inside because the cicada noise irritated her like fingernails on a chalkboard.
Today I arrived in a place of digital disconnection and wound up connecting—with friends Geri and Gary and with nature. Although we seniors are quite active, all of us are retired and some of our conversation naturally concerned our aging and shortening lives. I thought of the energy I heard in the cicada chorus that gave no indication that the singers would only live for a couple of weeks. I hope my spirit will continue to sing, regardless of my life cycle.
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die." Matsuo Bashō
My gift today is a cicada chanting chorus.
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