I’m a big fan of house music, especially remixes that highlight the hidden beat of a song that otherwise falls into the ‘meh’ category, but now you can’t stop moving to. Back in 2003/2004/maybe 2005, my boyfriend at the time and some friends went to the Miami Winter Music Conference; my first time in the presence of some DJ greats. Aside from an encounter with an overdose (not my own thankfully), I was in my element.
The music, the energy, the weather. I am seriously convinced that God is DJ.
Especially when a remix of Tears for Fears’ “Shout” was played. (I still can’t find which remix it was and it’s driving me nuts, so if anyone remembers the version with special emphasis on the xylophone sound and a kick ass bass, plz let me know!!)
A couple weeks later we were all back in NYC leaving a club where the mix had just come on, and there was like 5 of us singing and dancing in the streets of the Bowery:
‘Shout! Shout! Let it all out!
These are the things I can do without
Come on, I’m talking to you, Come on’
One of my best NYC living memories.
So what’s this got to do with anything?
Over the past couple of weeks I’ve been confronted with a lot of tears. Tears of my own, and tears of other women on their True You Journey.
Ten/Fifteen years ago, you wouldn’t catch me dead with tears for fears or any other reason.
Today though, tears are a relatively common occurrence.
My tears, and the tears I’ve been privvy to recently, have been tears for a variety of reasons.
Uncovering the Truth of who we are, experiencing Love in a new way, and being so touched that all we can do is let it all out. Tears for saying goodbye… to old stories we were telling ourselves… the things we finally realized we could do without, but had been holding on to for so long. And yes, even some tears for Fears. The fear and uncertainty of what will be on the other side of letting the old stories go, and letting in the Truth and Love?
What I was reminded of this week is that shedding tears is a good thing. All those years I lived with dry eyes, a good part of me was dead inside.
The more I wake up, the more I cry. (And sing, and dance, in the streets of New York.)
My tears and those of these women were signs that we’re waking up; our True You is coming to the surface.
So have a think for yourself. When was the last time you cried? Shouted?
When was the last time you let it all out?
Got rid of the things you can live without?
C’mon, I’m talking to you! C’mon! 🙂