Tuesday evening the Urbanovich clan will be hosting a “Tibetan Singing Bowl Gathering.”
WTF you ask? Good question.
For those of you NON-hippie, primal screaming, left leaning, Eastern thinking, free loving folk (you know who you are) according to Wikipedia Tibetan Singing Bowls:
(also known as rin gongs, Himalayan bowls or suzu gongs) are a type of bell, specifically classified as a standing bell. Rather than hanging inverted or attached to a handle, singing bowls sit with the bottom surface resting. The sides and rim of singing bowls vibrate to produce sound characterized by a fundamental frequency (first harmonic) and usually two audible harmonic overtones (second and third harmonic).
And why would we hippie, primal screaming, left leaning, Eastern thinking, free loving folk want to do this? Well, according to Wikipedia:
Singing bowls are used worldwide for meditation, music, relaxation, and personal well-being. They are used by a wide range of professionals, including health professionals, school teachers, musicians and spiritual teachers. Singing bowls are used in health care by sound healers, psychotherapists, massage therapists, cancer specialists, stress and meditation specialists. They are used to help treat cancer patients and also for post traumatic stress disorder. They are popular in classrooms to help facilitate group activities and focus students’ attention.
So all are invited to attend, 7:00pm at Case de la Urb to learn how to focus.
Though, as usual, hosting such a gathering has me thinking. I was raised in conservative environment (and by raised I mean until I was 40) where activities of this type were considered the bastion of crazy people. Weirdos. Freaks.
I mean we will be sitting around in a circle trying to create sound and vibrations in an attempt to bring inner peace and healing…and focus.
This is an acoustic round of “Kumbaya My Lord” on an anabolic, HGH, testosterone, steroid cocktail.
So, as much as I am freeing myself up to engage and feel the power of this evening, that conservative “in-the-box” blood runs deep. I mean what is next?…a clothing optional acid tripping singing bowl drum circle? Hmmmm.
Am I a crazy, weirdo, freak? Of course I am. I am just not sure that hosting this event is what makes me one. I realize my angst has nothing to do with singing bowls; it has to do with the larger issues of opening ourselves up to seeing life differently, accepting things we may not understand and stretching our life paradigms in constant search of finding more depth and understanding. This may happen any number of ways, though, for today, it comes by way of created vibrations from a singing bowl; tomorrow it may be something entirely different.
I realize human beings have a fantastic way of vilifying all things we do not understand or that is different from the way we do life. I have dedicated myself to resist this very human impulse. If I do not “get” you, or what you do, or what you think, I vow not vilify or think less of you. In this case, I refuse to vilify myself -which is difficult to do after years of vilifying all those not like me.
There are issues I believe in very strongly. Yet for those who might disagree I give the benefit of the doubt. They are not villains with bad intentions, they simply have a different thought process…a process I might have something to learn from. When we vilify we build walls, fear and mistrust. When we question and assume good intentions by our philosophical foes, we create a culture of good will, vibes and energy.
So come sing a bowl with us, feel the good energy and stretch yourself in ways never before considered.
Interesting…but here in Vegas we do clothing optional bowling every Tuesday.
“I was raised in conservative environment (and by raised I mean until I was 40) where activities of this type were considered the bastion of crazy people. Weirdos. Freaks.”
Jimmy: I’ll match my conservative upbringing to yours any day. I was literally the ‘Preacher’s Daughter.” As such, I was held to a high standard of proper behavior: no dancing, no movies, no cards … and sex was so bad it wasn’t even mentioned.
Luckily I broke out of that uptight, restrictive mind-set: mostly from a liberal arts education, “Women’s Lib,” the use of herbal medicine and the occasional pharmaceutical application. Thankfully, I was released from my myopic zeitgeist.
But every-so-often, when confronted with something totally new and strange, Singing Bowls, for instance, I still have that knee-jerk reaction to, “Be careful … don’t get too far out.”
On Maui, I rented a place at a former Buddhist monastery in the mountains above “Jaws,” The people there were into all kinds of weird stuff: Feldenkris, drum circles, sweat lodges, Tantric yoga. I kept pretty much to myself. However, I did participate in a traditional Kava circle which was very structured and just a little strange. I was there, I was doing it, but I didn’t really feel a part of it. I still have that nub of resistance, that sneaking fear that, “OK, now you’ve done it. You’ve gone over to the Dark Side.”
I guess it will always be there: that deeply buried conservative streak, which may not be a bad thing. It has kept me out of jail, out of the loony bin and I’m still standin’. And now, in my senior years, I have come full-circle … back (some would say predictably) to the Faith of My Father. But I’m not the same person nor do I have the same straightjacket mentality. I’m more tolerant, more compassionate, more loving. I can accept that there will be people from other religions in Heaven; I can vote Democrat without thinking I’m going to Hell; I can have gay friends, drink wine and watch R-rated movies.
Last Wednesday, I went to a Senior Lunch at my church. It was a cowboy theme and they had a line-dancers group who invited us to get up and join them. Afterwards, I said to a long-time friend, “If my dad had a grave, he’d be rolling over in it right now!”
Times change, people change. I feel I’m a better person for embracing all the experiences I have gone through over the years. As you say, “When we question and assume good intentions by our philosophical foes, we create a culture of good will, vibes and energy.”
Have fun “vibrating” tonight.
Hey Diane…I want to go to clothing optional bowling! Do I need to bring my own balls? Sandra….you can “one up” me cause you were the preachers daughter? Hmmmm…I was THE preacher sweetheart….and a shitty one at that (see my confessions blog ) I guess I was shitty because I could never play that conservative game and I questioned faith far more than I ever demanded it. You have so much more eloquently described that transformation and resulting milieu far better than I ever could. What I have found in my journey is that the “Dark Side” people (read: not like me) are, for the most part, such wonderful and good people. When your worldview is such that you are either in or out, at some level we vilify people even if we do not WANT nor INTEND to…it just happens because they are not like us. That is such a terrible way to live! It has been my observation in life that a religion (and yes your “relationship” IS a religion you semantic wordsmiths out there) is like a hat we wear and all kinds of people can wear one though it does not determine what type of person we are. Good, bad, rich, poor, snobby, nice, cruel, wonderful people can all wear a hat (religion)….the revelation of who a person is rests within their being, not their title, or hat. I can look in a person’s eyes and size them up…I could give a rat’s ass what they call or do not call themselves religiously -it means absolutely nothing. AS far as the vibrating tonight…I live for new and different experiences as I not only want to live outside the box, I would like to trample and crush it on the way out. Thanks for the insightful and eloquent comments Sandra!! Share that wisdom.
This may not be eloquent but it’s real…Tighty/Whitey Tuesdays at Drink and Drag…Check your clothing at the door for 2 free drinks and free bowling…Now that IS crazy but fun!
TO Sandy: What a well written reply … so interesting and well-put. Love everything about it.
I love singing bowls! Having a get together to showcase their sound is always fun. I love that when people bring their own you get to see some interesting designs on the individual bowls. Add in a drum circle and that is a great night!