Day for Dreaming
Most of you will not have heard of a sound bath never mind, a ‘day for dreaming’ sound bath.
I have always loved my visits to various sound bath sessions over the past ten years, facilitators of which, have delivered beautiful sound baths for attendees, but nothing prepared me for the exquisite space and beauty of a recent experience, which I would like to share with you.
As you know, I regularly post inspired articles, images, and quotes upon my Spiritual Sofa Facebook group for all to enjoy and share, daily. I visit my social media platforms daily, not always to post onto Instagram or Twitter, I have to admit, I limit my time upon the screen. There are far better things to do in life that scroll aimlessly through hoards of posts, some good, some not so, and I run my own events, via word of mouth networking, rather than post up events onto my page, so if you wish to be kept ‘in the know’ then you will have to ask me to keep you updated with various events and retreats I have planned for 2020. The past twelve years have given me so much joy in spreading my wings and encouraging you to do the same, upon my one day workshops, half day training days, and trio of days within my spiritual retreats for women.
However, as much as I love sharing my gifts with others, drenching you in angelic healing vibes, gentle Reiki healing, crystal energy healing, meditation, tarot, mediumship, and online seminars, courses, and programmes, I too like to indulge myself in a little time out space for me. I recognise fully, the importance of self-nurture, pampering, and expansion of self-awareness in this life where personal development is paramount in successfully living spiritually in this crazy, fast, world.
I love my writing, art, and creative pursuits of photography and vlogging. I am planning to bring you all more of this next year. I love my music, yet cannot play an instrument. However, I am in awe of anyone who can play, and play well, musical instruments.
A gong is used as a musical healing instrument. I have a Tibetan healing sound bowl, chimes, bells and all sorts of beautiful meditation tools and music on constant playlist throughout my home, daily. How amazing the gong is to de-stress and meld in harmony with healing rays. Have you tried it?
I have been through a particularly harrowing emotionally traumatic time over the past two years, and have gifted myself even more time this year for ME. I would have sound baths every week, if I could! Most inspiring!
So, what happened, I hear you ask..
One such afternoon, occurred the last weekend of November 2019. I had spotted the healing event online. I had enjoyed the pleasure of attending the therapist’s sound sessions, many times over the past two years, as others, and knew that she was gentle, professional, and her healing sessions, wonderful. Always walking away from each one of the sanctuary spaces, feeling renewed, uplifted and inspired, knowing that great deep healing was taking place, as I lay and absorbed SOUND into my whole being.
I have a vast mind, easily transported via meditation at varying degrees of trance states and always enjoyed experiences out of this world. Blissful, empowering, and regenerating. Nothing could have prepared me however, for the experience I am about to share with you.
Coming from one so experienced in a wealth of travels, studies, living through joys of passion and highs, to lulls and lows of extreme stressful situations, fully equipped spiritually, mentally, and emotionally, to do so, I knew that this event that suddenly flashed up before my eyes, was one I would not swipe clear of my screen. I immediately hit the going button and looked for the ticket payment button. There was none.!? The payment, was entirely up to me. I could pay whatever I felt. I could attend for free, if I wished, nonetheless, as a therapist and coach, I know to my dismay, how often others are only too eager to take everything from you, for free. Complimentary sessions I do offer my students and loyal clients, from time to time, but this lady, holding the event, I knew already, and knew that out of respect for her knowledge, training and time, to set up and deliver the session, my payment would reflect my appreciation and spiritual respect.
I arrived at The Eagle Building in Sunderland at 1.15pm. Turqoise and teal fluffy throws rolled up, with large soft cushion, a drink and my diary cleared of all commitments, for sound to play it’s part it helping release the remaining pains of emotional loss. A grief that had tore at me for two years.
I had arrived. I was excited. I felt great going into the building that towered above me. Dark red, engineering bricks, glared out into the street that sits just up from the dockland. The name emblazoned upon it proudly voicing it’s presence to all who passed. I headed towards the door, and there was my host, the wonderful Tracey West. We embraced and she welcomed me with a smile. I shared how much I was looking forward to the whole afternoon under her instruction. My solar plexus jumping! My anticipation growing, and then subsiding, as I climbed the steps up to the top studio space. Three full hours of self-nuture in this Day of Dreaming. Wow. What awaited me behind the large heavy door. A high ceiling, white walls, and the small welcoming glow of a gliding candelabra, ten oranges, an array of home made ceramic goblets, a set of drums, an acoustic guitar, and the tall presence of the Tibetan Gong. Soft piped music played as we each arrived, hugged and instantly blended in harmony, as Tracey encouraged the group to make their first introductions at 1.30pm. We entered into a grounding exercise, with eyes closed, and my body began to sway. Tracey instructed us to take several deep breaths to release the strains or stresses of everyday life.
Her partner Mark Barfoot, had earlier taken his seat upon a stool and softly began to gently tap onto the drum skin.
It felt like a call shouting out at me. I heard it deep within my soul. My body wanted to sway more. It did.
Tracey asked us to focus on our head, releasing any tension in the neck and upper shoulders, too. We did this for several minutes, and it was entrancing. We were then asked to focus on our bodies, holding and respecting the parts of our shoulders, and hands, arms, fingers, and feet. We then were asked to hear a particular part of our bodies speaking to us. Communicating a need to us. We were to focus upon that call.
My weight pressed down upon my right foot, my left hip began to rock to the rhythm of the now intensifying drum beat. Foot off the floor, only the tip of my toes touching the wooden floor. Back and forth my hips swung, and in the pendulum movement of that action, my whole body wished to follow. However, I focused only on the hip. It felt great, and I was reminded of my gait. My walking movement, and how I had, over the past four years, had lost that sassiness. With someone constantly by my side, whenever walking, I was morphed into a rhythm of movement that was shared.. no longer mine, no longer me. I had lost my signature sassyness, and I hadn’t even realised until that moment. I smiled, it felt good to reclaim my sway and bounce. I threw my head back as Tracey asked us to listen in to another part of our bodies. My right hand extended itself forwards, with my fingers outstretched and it began to shake, fast, to the now increasing in speed and depth to the intensifying drum beat. I wanted to move but my feet were fixed tight to the spot. Only my body, left hip flung back and forth, and the hand like a jazz dance artist. Suddenly I was on the stage of Broadway and I could sense myself strutting to the track All That Jazz from the Chicago production. I saw an audience, the spotlights, all upon me, and my confidence and timing, in being in complete motion in time with the musicality of the show. I laughed inside. I wanted to laugh out loud. My body was moving. I recalled how I had loved dancing, always in step when walking out, at work, at play, and socialising. My body had ceased to sing, and I hadn’t even noticed. You can imagine how liberating that felt.
Now my whole body screamed to be heard. Tracey asked us to go to a place within our body that felt deep remains of hurt, pain or loss still residing, lodged or stuck, and my hands went straight to my stomach, an area between both sacral and root chakra, which isn’t suprising given shock, trauma and loss had kicked into me right there two years ago, almost to the day. My belly felt soft, the extra pounds I had gained via emotional eating had claimed their space upon this area of my body, yet, it felt beautiful, I was proud of the way I had handled the traumatic journey, self healing, meditating and art, had all played their part in this, a year out fully, almost – for ME. I was immediately transported to a scene, into which I felt my legs, bare, were planted into the bed of a gushing ice cold river, at the foot of a Japanese mountain. I could see the height of the mountain way up into the sky and an eagle encircling it’s peak. I was folded foward, my hands scooping up the fresh mountain river and splashing it upon my stomach, comforting, softening, soothing, all past hurt.. as the water fell back into the river, it carried away shock and trauma, hurt and pain. A grey heron appeared before me. I accepted the healing and good medicine it offered to me. A further release. Deep rooted suppressed shock was gently eased out and away from me. My solar plexus and root chakra lovingly healed. I sensed myself being dressed in a long silk kimono, within a Japanese house, by Kwan Ying. She was behind me, to my right hand side. Unspeaking, she guided me forwards. I then saw Merlin before me, smiling, with an owl flying to the side of us, and I had no sense of awareness whatsoever that I was still in the studio space, only I felt present in this place of peace and serenity, totally on my own. It was such an empowering reconnection to those guides who came into my vision.
Tracey’s voice called me back to the awareness of the room, as did all the other ladies in the circle. We stopped for a drink of water, and kept the energy of the room, low and peaceful as each of us were in our own personal space of spiritual connection deeply with our soul and higher guidance.
I remained in a quiet semi-trance state, not wishing to ever loose the feeling of love and serenity.
The guitar was picked up by Mark and he plucked at a string. Tracey instructed us to hear the strings being played and play our bodies as if we were strings, We, the instrument. This felt amazing, immediately reaching out from my body and up high into the sky, where clouds of soft white were floating, but as I plucked at them, strings of rainbow colours began to appear, and I was playing music upon with clouds, with the air, with the clouds, with the music of the guitar becoming stronger and stronger. My body turning around and around, and suddenly I am in a deeper trance state, moving out from the circle, eyes closed, around and around, spinning, twirling, hopping, stretching, clearing, embracing, all parts of the energy of the space where I felt there was only myself and guitar music. Richness of presence and depth of understanding of spirit self returned, and importance of movement, and stature and cleansing, nurturing, playing and expanding as I was soulfully evolving through all of my life experiences. I felt a swell of pride in my stomach and my heart felt as if it were going to burst. I was unconcerned about what others thought of me, I did not worry about how I looked, I was free. A great expansive feeling of freedom.
I actually at that moment, felt ME again. I REALIGNED and RECONNECTED with the totality of ME. MIND, BODY, SPIRIT.
Tracey asked us to open our eyes and fix our gaze towards another soul in the circle, and move in and around their energy, it was tantric and a tremendous feeling. I first had this feeling when doing yoga, three times a week, in my twenties and thirties, a long, long, time ago. I felt that youthful however, my body and heart and mind, felt unblemished, untarnished, unrestricted. It was wonderful. Each, in turn, moved around and around each other, and the dance continued in sequence to the faster, louder strum of the guitar.
We were softly guided to make our healing nests with cushions, throws and blankets, I found a space in front of the candles. nestled into my pod of healing, ready for Tracey to begin her sound therapy GONG session for us.
I cannot express to you the journey I took, because I was simply took off somewhere, and cannot recall. For one full hour, a floating, trusting, suspension of self, in a receptive, relaxed room filled with only the sound of the gong. Soft and then hard, deep and fast then slow and deliberate, each tone, each hue of sound, colouring the healing that my body absorbed.
One full hour of sound bathing. Body rested. Heart filled with joy. Mind peaceful. Bliss.
Tracey called us into circle., where Mark joined with us and led an invitation to share our experiences, honouring the Talking Stick. A tall white candle was lit by one of the ladies and I began first. Picking up the talking stick and feeling so connected to everything in the natural world. Words escape me to fully express the totality of the experience, but it is one I shall never forget. Sharing brief accounts of my experience, and my thanks to both Tracey and Mark, and the other ladies in the circle. All others in the circle shared. We each, had mind blowing fabulous experiences. All transcending through our own personal reasons for being present.
It was amazing. A healing on a deeper realm, a reconnection that totally felt like my whole body had been rewired. I headed off to see my friend, another musician, who continued the gorgeousness of the guitar strings, as we chatted. Further joy.
I can highly recommend, and yes, you will see me at the next one in December!
Here is what Tracey has to say about her Day for Dreaming Sound Bath.
“A day for dreaming Is an invitation to listen deeply to self, relax, unravel, reset and dream.
Through a series of movement and sound meditations you can ease your way into your own sacred journey and what is needed for you in those moments. By allowing self to be as fully present with flow.
I will guide you through some structured movement improvisations. Where you can listen closely to your body intelligence, deepening your awareness of sensation, feeling and imagery. We will dance with eyes closed and open extending inner journeying with live music. Mark Barfoot, West African jembe player will join me and my gongs for our sacred movement and sound healing journey. After moving there will be some time to create your cosy gong bathing nest and then we shall sink into the land of the gongs and allow self to breathe in the layers of sound that can wash through your entire system, clearing and making way for new energy to flood through.”
You can book through her Facebook events page – Tracey West Sacred Gongs
See you there!
Love, love x
Susan x x x