Big Bear
12-26-2008, 06:37 AM
Tanya had a very beautiful singing voice.
When they did put her into solitary she would start to sing.Being raised near a Monastery she knew all the Chants and songs that the nuns on one side of the city and monks on the other sang.
Her voice would echo down the dark and dreary hallways.There was one guard that when he heard the first line of song would get himself re-assigned to guard the door to her cell.He was a young man,and when she wasn't singing he would converse with her on tiny slips of paper that they would hand back and forth.This was strictly against the rules,and he himself could have been placed into a prison because of it.He couldn't stop himself.It was the quality of her voice,the inner shine to her countenance.He had to simply be near her.
Now when she sang,the other guards didn't stop her.In no way could the prisoners hear her voice above the din of the wild dogs outside.They figured that they worked hard and deserved to be entertained.Because of her voice there was a curious quit that decended within the walls.It was as if every ear in the building was strained to hear every syllabel(which they were).The young guard felt as if his very hert was burst asunder when he heard her voice.He could not help but have more kindness,a little more patience with others when Tanya was taken to solitary.He changed,being the guard,everyone in his life noticed.
Were there special Spiritual messages written on the tiny papers that slid back and forth on the cold damp prison floor.Not really at first,remember she was at first a young child.As she grew and became a young adult,however,the guard started saving the tiny slips of paper.They became a way of life.A Mystery.How a young woman raised under such circumstances with no real training could reach interior freedom,he had no idea.He would think about it sometimes all night.Sometimes he would read and re-read a phrase over and over again until the printing was almost smudged beyond coherence.
Her voice would haunt him and all the guards.Many times doing mundane tasks,that simple angelic voice would penetrate their thought.The guards wore more smiles and became better listeners to their loved ones.
On liberation day,there was so much that Tanya could have talked about.She was given a moment on the platform after the elders spoke about what this day meant to them.She did not talk.She sang but a simple song.It was a song of freedom.
Now not being there I cannot personally vouch,but they say as she sang everything becme quite.Even the birds and dogs and all other animals became still.When she finished the thin veil was lifted,and the world seemed to go about the tasks of the day.Tanya slowly walked from the platform a smile upon her face....
peace,
jason
p.s I hope you have enjoyed this short series.There is so much to life that is a celebration.Even when I was homeless in San Fransico at the lowest of my addiction and alcoholic days I could see the gentle beauty God graces us each and every day.It is my hope and prayer for all of you here and the world(including all beings)that you find this beauty,each and every day-love muwin(Bear in Passamaquoddy)
When they did put her into solitary she would start to sing.Being raised near a Monastery she knew all the Chants and songs that the nuns on one side of the city and monks on the other sang.
Her voice would echo down the dark and dreary hallways.There was one guard that when he heard the first line of song would get himself re-assigned to guard the door to her cell.He was a young man,and when she wasn't singing he would converse with her on tiny slips of paper that they would hand back and forth.This was strictly against the rules,and he himself could have been placed into a prison because of it.He couldn't stop himself.It was the quality of her voice,the inner shine to her countenance.He had to simply be near her.
Now when she sang,the other guards didn't stop her.In no way could the prisoners hear her voice above the din of the wild dogs outside.They figured that they worked hard and deserved to be entertained.Because of her voice there was a curious quit that decended within the walls.It was as if every ear in the building was strained to hear every syllabel(which they were).The young guard felt as if his very hert was burst asunder when he heard her voice.He could not help but have more kindness,a little more patience with others when Tanya was taken to solitary.He changed,being the guard,everyone in his life noticed.
Were there special Spiritual messages written on the tiny papers that slid back and forth on the cold damp prison floor.Not really at first,remember she was at first a young child.As she grew and became a young adult,however,the guard started saving the tiny slips of paper.They became a way of life.A Mystery.How a young woman raised under such circumstances with no real training could reach interior freedom,he had no idea.He would think about it sometimes all night.Sometimes he would read and re-read a phrase over and over again until the printing was almost smudged beyond coherence.
Her voice would haunt him and all the guards.Many times doing mundane tasks,that simple angelic voice would penetrate their thought.The guards wore more smiles and became better listeners to their loved ones.
On liberation day,there was so much that Tanya could have talked about.She was given a moment on the platform after the elders spoke about what this day meant to them.She did not talk.She sang but a simple song.It was a song of freedom.
Now not being there I cannot personally vouch,but they say as she sang everything becme quite.Even the birds and dogs and all other animals became still.When she finished the thin veil was lifted,and the world seemed to go about the tasks of the day.Tanya slowly walked from the platform a smile upon her face....
peace,
jason
p.s I hope you have enjoyed this short series.There is so much to life that is a celebration.Even when I was homeless in San Fransico at the lowest of my addiction and alcoholic days I could see the gentle beauty God graces us each and every day.It is my hope and prayer for all of you here and the world(including all beings)that you find this beauty,each and every day-love muwin(Bear in Passamaquoddy)