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12 Dayze of Christmas Gratefulness-SIX...and a little child shall lead them...

Traveler: To experience the other "dayze" in this seer-ease...just get back on your camel...travel afar (out)...to the blog: https://www.asoulinwonder.com/blog-1


As we've traveled so far...we've highlighted seasonal tunes and symbols. "CHILDREN" is/are now in focus...What are our actions and, to a lesser extent, our words teaching them...AND...are we open enough to really LISTEN to what they are saying to us???


In this reflection, we'll hear from them...Let's allow our hearts to open and really listen to their voices...


--my favorite youngun's from deep in the heart of Texas (Austin)...They're sending out the messages...Let's listen...really listen...


Here's a possible interpretation...(in red)


(First 3 lines: Observer to adults)

"Though you'll make a noise They just can't hear your voice They're on a dizzy ride and you're cold sober


(Next 2: Kids to adults)

Hope you will believe what I say is true Everything I did, I heard it first from you"


(What kind of legacy are we passing on to our children?)




"Right outside this lazy summer home You ain't got time to call your soul a critic, no Right outside the lazy gate Of winter's summer home Wondering where the nuthatch winter's Wings a mile long Just carried the bird away

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world But the heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own Wake now discover that you are the song that the morning brings But the heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own

There comes a redeemer and he slowly, too, fades away And there follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom and decay And night comes so quiet, its close on the heels of the day

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own And sometimes we visit your country and live in your home Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own"


In the 60's, Young & Old Took to the Streets to Say that the Times Needed Changing...


"So the kids, they dance, they shake their bones

And the politicians throwing stones

Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down

Ashes, ashes, all fall down..."


Children, Teach Your Parents Well...



"And you of tender years (Can you hear and do you care)

Can't know the fears (And can you see)

That your elders grew by (We must be free)

And so please help (To teach your children)

Them with your youth (What you believe in)

They seek the truth (Make a world)

Before they can die (That we can live in)


Teach your parents well

Their children's hell

Will slowly go by

And feed them on your dreams

The one they pick's

The one you'll know by


Don't you ever ask them, "Why?"

If they told you, you would cry

So, just look at them and sigh

And know they love you"



(From the Description) "I wrote 'Teach Your Children' and we have a lot to learn from our kids. We have a lot to teach them, but we do have a lot to learn from our children," said Graham Nash of Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young. Here, the Commonwealth Club surprises Graham Nash with a rendition of "Teach Your Children," sung by the San Francisco Community Music Center Children's Chorus.


"Feed them on your dreams..."




They dream of...Long for...Sing for...PEACE...






Snatam was my musical introduction to Kundalini yoga - as our teacher played her music every day in our classes at Echo Park in West Hempstead. The Sunday School teacher in me was led to her work with children and I was overjoyed to find and buy this CD. I also had opportunities to take workshops with her.





..."it doesn't make choices...it doesn't makes choices..."











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