So many of us, when we are young, would boldly and unapologetically dance and sing, draw and tell stories, run, climb, build and act from pure imagination. Only to have the judgement of others, or a negative experience, plant the seeds of self-doubt and pretty quickly we start to sing and dance less, or not at all, and if asked, we reply that we can’t do it, or, aren’t good enough.

Crow Circus has a mission – we want everyone to remember that feeling of wonder, of magic, of full body fuck yeah, when you discover, re-discover, embrace and share the things that sing to you. The gifts you have always had, waiting to be set free.

The activity, no matter what it may be, is, in and of itself , just that—an act. It is the inner energy you bring, those feelings, that serves as the sparks, lighting the tinder of the mundane and transforming any act into a sacred event.

The more we deepen our awareness of these sacred moments, and our own unique personal feeling of what it is to be in flow—in ceremony—then our every day play becomes prayer and our prayers become playful. However this may be for you.

Yes, some things will always be your mojo, your go-to, your fuck yeah! Those activities that fill us up, seemingly requiring no conscious effort on our part; relish these moments whenever you can.

Though, also consider deeply, who am I when I am doing something I don’t like? What is triggered, what stirs, what straight up chucks a tantrum? Acknowledging and accepting this is part of you truly is where healing—remembering—begins.

The more we practice every day, to play and pray with heartfelt attention and intention, no matter where we are and what we are doing, (yes, even cleaning the toilet, or the gutters) the more the universe vibrates, matching our rising frequency, revealing more of our true nature, our deepest self.

The song that captured this feeling for me. I remember, almost a decade ago now, hearing Karen playing around on the piano, testing chords and melody, searching for the song that was patiently waiting to come through her.

She sang the words, “Don’t listen to what they say, pray your own way, every day, every single day…”

I was struck dumb—paralysed by a sweet blend of excitement, elation and profound respect, all quickly surrendering to the burning desire to immediately know all the lyrics so I could sing along!! It turns out I would have to do wait (and participate) until all the words had been written before I could do that.

So, in shared excitement, we sat together singing, playing, and writing until the rest of this profound song had manifested—which I believe was about 15 minutes. You know it is a direct message from the universe when they come through like that.

The full lyrics are copied below the pic of Karen’s hands actually playing that song. It is titled ‘Everyday’ and its core message—play and pray your own way, everyday—has become a mantra for us. Sitting here tapping away all these years later, I feel we are only really beginning now to breathe into and live that mantra.

Not surprisingly, it has become one of Crow Circus’ core messages. A universal seed from which so much personal power, acceptance and connection, with self and other, can sprout.

Please share with us how you play and pray, it is in the sharing that the next level of transformation and healing begins.

Thank you, We love you.

Every Day

Feel, all the colours run and she says you look so good in grey,
maybe it’s because she only ever…
Leaves, falling to the ground without a sound, she could be anyone.
If only we had all the time to grieve.

Tears, falling through our hands as he says you don’t exist today,
I’ve seen how you pray and I don’t believe,
faith is a gun you shoot and run aimed at just anyone.
The time, the time has come.

Don’t forget to play, every day,
every day, every day, every single day.
Don’t listen to what they say, pray your own way,
every day, every day, every single…

Day, defeated by the night, and they say,
our fear of the dark, is just our fear of change.
The singing in our ears, just reveals we can be anyone,
The time, the time has come.

Don’t forget to play, every day,
every day, every day, every single day.
Don’t listen to what they say, pray your own way,
every day, every day, every single, every single…

Day, every day, every day,
every day, every day, every single day.
Don’t listen to what they say, pray your own way,
every day, every day, every single, every single…

 “Every Day” music and lyrics by Karen White & Mark Robertson © 2011