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When you recognize your own song...

There is a tribe in Africa called the Himba tribe, where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.

And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.

In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.

The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.

And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.

You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.

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Comment by desmond dillon on April 11, 2016 at 4:29pm

lovely Luna thank you for posting... there is a verse from Kabir....    ... Hiding in this cage of visible matter is the invisible life-bird..... Pay attention to her for she is singing your song.

Comment by Stephen Quinto on April 9, 2016 at 8:57pm

I daresay ...this is beyond culture - for each of us that song is important. As a matter of belief - because I can't absolutely say it's fact - it has nothing whatever to do with 'Culture'.  Were we to look at familiarities instead of the differences ...then we would also be on our way home... Aho!

Comment by Kerrin Charles Muir on April 9, 2016 at 8:18pm

What a beautiful way of looking at life. Who would have thought that an African tribe would have such spiritual values. Thanks for sharing.

Comment by Steve Hutchinson on April 9, 2016 at 8:04pm

Luna & Eva, Thank you both so much for this beautiful sharing.

Unbounded Blessings of Love & Light to all,


Comment by Rosmarie Heusser on April 9, 2016 at 8:01pm

What a profound and beautiful wisdom ∼ Thanks for sharing! 

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