“There is a tribe in east Africa in which the art of true intimacy is fostered even before birth. In this tribe, the birth date of a child is not counted from the day of its physical birth nor even the day of conception, as in other village cultures. For this tribe the birth date comes the first time the child is a thought in its mother’s mind. Aware of her intention to conceive a child with a particular father, the mother then goes off to sit alone under a tree. There she sits and listens until she can hear the song of the child that she hopes to conceive. Once she has heard it, she returns to her village and teaches it to the father so that they can sing it together as they make love, inviting the child to join them. After the child is conceived, she sings it to the baby in her womb. Then she teaches it to the old women and midwives of the village, so that throughout the labor and at the miraculous moment of birth itself, the child is greeted with its song. After the birth all the villagers learn the song of their new member and sing it to the child when it falls or hurts itself. It is sung in times of triumph, or in rituals and initiations. This song becomes a part of the marriage ceremony when the child is grown, and at the end of life, his or her loved ones will gather around the deathbed and sing this song for the last time.”
Have you a song? Imagine if we could strip away all that we’ve fabricated ourselves to be, or allowed ourselves to become and resonate in the truth of who we are…
Sing your song, vibrate in its melody. If everything we do radiates, emanates out from that place, in a symphony of sound the world would harmonize in love. And in those times when some have forgotten their melody, Sing out loud, humming along in the vibration of your truth, for in doing so, you help others ascend to theirs.
In so much love,
Thank you Doc Russ for sharing the story of the Tribe as told by Jack Kornfield.