Long ago there was a young hare who wished to learn how to listen to the earth.
A wise old bear would gather animals to teach them such things. The bear said they could even learn how to see and hear things unseen. Deep mysteries. The hare joined eagerly, craving connection and to feel the unique love of mother earth.
One day, mid listening, the hare felt the deepest knowing that there was such a thing as star song, and that it would change him deeply, down to his bones and being.
Could stars really sing? Could their song reverberate within him? Stars were so far away. Was it possible he’d heard wrong? The bear didn’t respond and no one else seemed to care, but the hare was captivated. He asked far and wide but no one knew or cared for star song.
Like many precious seeds, this one had nowhere to be planted, so it stayed quietly within hares heart almost forgotten, until one day…
One day a wise old owl visited the tree where hare would often sit to gaze at the moon with his quiet friend the hedgehog. Hedgehog didn’t trust many, but he trusted hare. He knew hare to be a kind, sincere soul and a fellow seeker. They often spoke long into the night about earth listening.
On this particular night they enjoyed the owl speaking of such things, and much to hares amazement and delight she spoke of star song. Hare had never mentioned it to hedgehog, it was such an old buried seed by now.
She said everything had a spirit and a vibration and that stars in particular had a song few knew about. That song could guide you to your deepest destiny, if only you would bathe in its vibration and allow it’s gentle pulling. It had a high silvery vibration that could change you, right down to your cells and stories.
Hare was enraptured. His heart sang for joy. At last, he finally knew what he was to do. In truth he had always known, he just hadn’t trusted his knowing. He thanked the owl and asked why owl had visited this place today when she never had before. She was a stranger to these parts.
Owl was quiet for a moment. She had a feeling that hare and hedgehog would understand, but she was unused to sharing the mysteries that guided her life. ‘All I can say is that I felt drawn here, like gravity, and when I get that pull in my belly I know it will only lead to good’. Hare knew it was more than good. It would change his life.
Hedgehog had never seen such a light in his old friends eyes. It was as if they glowed brighter than the moon tonight and he shared his joy. They ran across the field to see owl off on her next adventure.
Hare wondered if he would ever meet owl again. Something in him knew that this was a night of destiny and beginnings.
From that night onwards hare would visit his old friend the tree. Sometimes with hedgehog and sometimes alone. At times he’d rest at her base and at times in her branches.
Her being was very different to his own. She spoke and grew much slower than hare, but her wisdom was invaluable. She had heard the owls stories and understood hares calling to star song and was pleased to witness his journey. She watched him, night after night, gaze up at the stars with such awe and devotion, eyes wide, drinking in the mysteries and high vibration of the cosmos.
He was often quiet, she noticed, as if an answer had been given so there was much less to say. He rested so deeply in these times, with his grounded friend the tree. In her arms there was nothing more to do than soak in the star song in the safety of her boughs, and fall asleep to the pattering of gentle cosmic vibration running through him from above. He was connected, held and utterly in bliss.
One particularly beautiful evening hare felt a shift in the energy. In the quietness of star bathing, he felt a pulling in his belly. The kind that owl had spoken of. Destiny called.
He had the sense that he was to share his completeness with others. He was to teach them how to listen to the earth, to trust their knowing and for some he’d teach them to bathe in star song. Hedgehog and tree didn’t feel called to star song, so he knew it was only for some. For those who felt called, their star would guide them true.
On that quiet night, when destiny called, hare knew it was his star drawing him. He rested deeper still. All would unfold as it should. The tug at his belly, like gravity, was his umbilical cord to the earth and her love for us all. She would guide him true.
He was so grateful he had learned how to listen, how to rest, how to bathe. Now he would learn how to teach, from a place of deep connection, completeness and love.
Intu-Yoga 