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OUT FLEW A BIRD by Shailie Dubois

In the streets of my small hometown a faint echo of a drum lurked around the corner…

I was surprised to find a woman with kartals (cymbals from India) and man with a mridanga. (a Bengali drum). I asked them if they were going to do a kirtan and they replied: “We can do one now!” Without hesitation I sat on the street corner and sang my heart out with them.

Coworkers, familiar locals, and old friends passed by; some of them nodded with approval, others looked to the ground awkwardly, and others were just confused.

To my amazement a veil was being lifted, containing the threads of worry and the fear of what others thought of me. Singing the mantra in the street was a proclamation that: “Yes! I believe in the divine!” And I was gifted in that moment with the realization that the only thing that matters is my relationship with God: a relation that is eternally loving, nourishing, and empowering.

Out Flew a Bird

She opened her mouth
and out flew a bird
singing a song
she had never heard

The bird flew off
with a veil in its beak
lifting the layers
that allowed her to speak

She opened her mouth
and sang her song
to her true love
the Holy One

Shailie Dubois has a degree in Psychology. She is also a graduate of the Advanced Shamanism Program at the Canadian Centre for Shamanic Studies. She practices Intuitive Prayer Healing, a combination of her studies in psychological well-being, Christianity, Bhakti yoga, shamanic healing, energy healing, prayer therapy, aromatherapy, music, art and a lifetime of dreaming. Her mission is to inspire community rooted in the service of God. She is called to bring people together through artistic expression, sharing stories and songs, and providing sacred space to get lost in and find 'home.' Connect with Shailie on her blog here, or on her Intuitive Prayer Healing Facebook page.

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