What I'm lucky to be shown today

[Guest guest]

" There is an old saying that before a baby is born, God kisses its soul. And

as its guardian angel bears it earthward to its little body, he sings. Is

there, in my subconscious self, still a dim memory of that kiss, a faint echo of

that song? "

-a prayer at a Greek Christening

Hi Group,

A dear friend sent this to me today, and it instantly resonated with me

for I have such echoes throughout my heart and home day in and day out in the

form of my delightful daughter. A Spectrum beauty, she sings frequently,

sometimes continually, and she has a wonderful range from silly to imitative to

downright ( upright?) operatic. I, too, sang as a child, used to spend hours on

the swings, alone, singing. Singing and swinging. And I see in her behavior not

perhaps the Autistic repetitive and solitary vocalizations that others see,

but the outpourings of a lovely soul blissfully untouched by embarrassment or

concern for her image. Her unique melodic expressions of creativity and joy

lift the edges of my shadows, my worries, making it easier to peel them away

that

my vision can clear. And this allows me to see the truth behind the illusion.

Leaving aside all the very real struggles she faces as an individual on the

Autism Spectrum who must acclimate herself to an unfriendly world, leaving

aside her medical and sensory and cognitive and expressive " areas of need " , my

incredible daughter is a conduit for the echoes of the angels. When I have ears

to hear this I am witness to something larger and more constant than the

worry and struggle and sometimes despair that can coexist within a family with

the

dynamics of diagnoses such as Autism. A light in the darkness illumines even

the corners and casts away fear as it exposes shadows for what they are:

distortions of the true nature of things. The nature of life with my child is

joy.

The nature of my child is that of angels.

Blessings to all,

Melinda

[Guest guest]

I know just what you mean...My daughter also sings constantly, uninhibitedly

and will sing for groups (on the bus, etc) if prompted. She has a beautiful

voice and I believe this was her true gift from God. When she was small,

she used to hum to herself and then giggle and I would ask her if the angels

were telling her secrets when she laughed. She said " yes " . The other day

my Mom called me and could hear her singing Amazing Grace in the background.

My Mom started to cry and said, of all the people to sing this song...when

she's so innocent and pure. She said that she hadn't made it to church that

day because she wasn't feeling well, but 's love was her sermon

(lesson) for the day.

Diane ('s Mom)

What I'm lucky to be shown today

" There is an old saying that before a baby is born, God kisses its soul. And

as its guardian angel bears it earthward to its little body, he sings. Is

there, in my subconscious self, still a dim memory of that kiss, a faint

echo of

that song? "

-a prayer at a Greek Christening

Hi Group,

A dear friend sent this to me today, and it instantly resonated with me

for I have such echoes throughout my heart and home day in and day out in

the

form of my delightful daughter. A Spectrum beauty, she sings frequently,

sometimes continually, and she has a wonderful range from silly to imitative

to

downright ( upright?) operatic. I, too, sang as a child, used to spend hours

on

the swings, alone, singing. Singing and swinging. And I see in her behavior

not

perhaps the Autistic repetitive and solitary vocalizations that others see,

but the outpourings of a lovely soul blissfully untouched by embarrassment

or

concern for her image. Her unique melodic expressions of creativity and joy

lift the edges of my shadows, my worries, making it easier to peel them away

that

my vision can clear. And this allows me to see the truth behind the

illusion.

Leaving aside all the very real struggles she faces as an individual on the

Autism Spectrum who must acclimate herself to an unfriendly world, leaving

aside her medical and sensory and cognitive and expressive " areas of need " ,

my

incredible daughter is a conduit for the echoes of the angels. When I have

ears

to hear this I am witness to something larger and more constant than the

worry and struggle and sometimes despair that can coexist within a family

with the

dynamics of diagnoses such as Autism. A light in the darkness illumines even

the corners and casts away fear as it exposes shadows for what they are:

distortions of the true nature of things. The nature of life with my child

is joy.

The nature of my child is that of angels.

Blessings to all,

Melinda

[Guest guest]

Now you two are making me cry. I just finished reading Autism , and

the GOD Connection, and the sentiment of this book was intriguing

regarding the spirituality of those who live with autism, writen by an

autistic adult, although I am not sure of the doctrinal alacrity of

this book it was touching to think some of the inferences made could

be true. the song i listen to that seems to speak to me is " the Gift "

by aselyn debison. take a listen and you can wipe the tears you

started with me