Indigo Kids

When someone, especially a child, doesn't behave the way society expects people want to put a label on them.  They want an explanation, and most often they want a "cure".  It is hard to deny that there seem to be more and more children who would fit the traditional, medical definition of ADD, ADHD, Hyperactive, Aspergers, PDD, Autism Spectrum, etc.  It seems like an epidemic. There certainly is something going on.  Whether there are more cases today, or we are just more aware, or what, I am not sure.   Often these children are labeled, medicated, enrolled in special ed, and therefore fixed.  They have been properly processed, so everyone is absolved of guilt and responsibility.

In the alternative medicine world, they are still labeled, but not necessarily "processed" .  They are referred to as Indigo children, Rainbow children, or Crystal children.  It is a kinder, gentler, prettier sort of label, but still a label.  They are thought to be a new, emerging personality type,  coming to change the world.  They are born ready, willing and able to challenge authority, and exert their will.  They are here to usher in the future.  Which of course is true, for all children, they are the future leaders of the world.  That's just how life works. :)

In my opinion, and experience, labels don't matter in the SimplyHealed menu.  If a child is having a hard time, or a parent is having a hard time with a child, (Sometimes the kids is happy as can be, but still driving the parents crazy.) a SimplyHealed session could offer much needed help.  Their energy knows what is needed.  Maybe there is nothing wrong with the child, it's just a relationship imbalance and a little shift will set things right.

While we can be roughly categorized into groups based on our behavior, or problems, we are all unique individuals.  No two of us are exactly alike.  Our prescription or path to happiness is not the same, even if we share the same label.  Energy work is awesome, especially SimplyHealed.  There is no need to define, or label, just move what needs moved, and lives improve.

The Sound of Memory

Why do I often feel like writing when I can barely keep my eyes open?  When my rational, organized, motivated mind gets sleepy, my creative mind has a few moments where it can sneak in and take control before the entire system shuts down.

Today I was thinking about how music is so tied to memory, and then I thought about how it is more than just music, it is sound.  The sound of your mother's voice, the sound of your baby's cry, the tornado siren, the school bell, the sound of caulk on the board, the vibration of the diving board, the phone ringing - all bring a vivid picture to mind, an instant reaction, an automatic time travel, mental teleportation to another time and place.  If you indulge your imagination, you can drag it out for a few more moments and experience again times gone by.  The unpleasant ones are a  shock, a startling emotional jar that you can't slam the door shut on fast enough.

I listen to a lot of audio books.  It's funny how the sound of the stories become attached to the location where I heard them, or the activity I was doing.  For example, I was listening to this book I didn't really like, but was persevering to at least finish it while I was helping my husband do a final clean on a wood floor job of his.  I was on the floor, scraping bits of dried glue while I listened to that lame story.  Every time I drive by that house, I think of that stupid book!  It's stuck.  That memory is all tied up in the sound of that story.  Too bad it wasn't a great book that I would love to remember.  When I mop a certain hallway I think of this fantasy novel about fairies.  It's kind of nice to be reminded of a pleasant little story while doing such a boring household chore. 

I can't tell you how many times I have been in a store and snapped to attention when I heard a child call out , "MOM".  It's not my child, but the sound of a distressed child calling my "name" gets my attention.  It's an automatic reaction.  A baby crying will do similar things to me.  It's a deep response, at my core, the need to respond to that sound.

There is the song one of my yoga teachers used to play during the final relaxation phase.  Five notes in and I'm relaxed.  It's awesome.  I should keep that song cued up and ready to play when the day gets too tense and I'm ready to scream.  Instant relaxation.

Kashmir, that takes me back to one of the most enjoyable times of my life.  Band practice, in the basement of our house in Utah.  I hear that song and I am happy.  It's pretty awesome that song is as long as it is.  Keep the good vibes rollin' ...

There is nothing like the sound of a good rain storm to put me to sleep.  It can be 2pm, and I am in the middle of a project, if the rain starts, I want to go to sleep.  It's auto pilot, rainy day, sleep mode for me.  Riding in a car has that effect on me too.  If I am a passenger I will likely fall asleep.  I think that might have less to do with sound, and more to do with all the Dramamine induced sleepy car rides of my childhood.

When I fly I often fall asleep to the sound of the flight attendant's voice  telling us about seat cushion floatation devises and wake up to the sound of the wheels dropping.  More sound induced conditioning.  Just like that dog of Pavlov ....

Often as I work I listen to music.  It keeps me company.  The memories the songs evoke bring old friends along to hang out while I sit here at my desk.  Without them, the silence is deafening, the solitude suffocating.