I love you, I love you, I love you; That’s All I Want to Say (Part I)
On September 26, 2019 by Michelle LoveEven after being back home for 4 days now, I am still riding the high of BJ showing up BIG time in Vermont last week. I was in Burlington for a 5-day class for my Biofield Tuning Practitioner training. Leaving home (that far!) without Carly isn’t something I do very often, but was so excited that I was able to get into this class, after finishing my BT Foundations class in July and met the requirements for acceptance into Practitioner training.
Wednesday, September 18, on the first day of class, a group of people from all over the country met in a small room near Lake Champlain and sat in chairs around a circle. We were given the task of introducing ourselves…telling our name, where we’re from, and how we came to be interested in Biofield Tuning. In the past, this has been a little sticky spot for me. BJ is the reason I was gifted with almost 3 years of being ‘tuned’, and giving that gift back to others like me (and like Carly) is the driving force behind my interest in becoming a Certified BT Practitioner. When introducing myself to the Foundations class, I broke down, and I really didn’t want to do that here.
Going around the circle, when it became time for me to make my intro, my voice was strong and matter-of-fact. I wasn’t the one crying, but others were. I felt a strong sense of pride that I told this excerpt of my story this time, without a lot of tears. BJ’s name rang out in the air in that room and was breathed in by everyone around the circle.
On day 3 of class, Friday, September 20, our group began the day just like every day before, with a check-in around the room. One of my classmates said she had a dream and everyone in the class was in the room. She felt like she had received a message to relay to the group… See your beauty and not your scars. Man, that really resonated with me. I immediately teared up, and my thoughts were flowing about how I need to love myself more.
When the time came to give my check-in, I stuck to the teacher’s “sentences, not paragraphs” suggestion. I relayed to the group that I was a little homesick…missing my daughter, and wasn’t sleeping very well, but that I was fine, and still excited and gracious to be a part of this wonderful, loving group of people. I finished by saying that I was still moved by the other student’s message.
Three people down from me sat John, who is a musician, vocal coach, and music teacher up north. He seemed a little anxious and picked up his phone. He began to say that he had also had a messenger come to him and that this probably wasn’t going to be an easy ‘check-in’. He said he and the messenger had gone back and forth on this, and it was the messenger’s suggestion that he use this song, and have everyone sing it with him. “I pulled up the lyrics and need everyone to help me sing … the song is called Michelle,” said John, throwing his hand outward toward me. I was surprised and confused. I had just met John in this class and had only one short conversation with him the day before. John continued and said that we know Michelle lost her son — almost choking on those words — and added that we’ve all lost something in our lives.
John started snapping out a rhythm and began to sing, almost everyone joining in with him. A chorus of voices singing the Beatles song that I knew from my childhood…
(Lyrics)… Michelle, ma belle
These are words that go together well
My Michelle
Michelle, ma belle
Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble
Tres bien ensemble
I love you, I love you, I love you
That’s all I want to say
Until I find a way
I will say the only words I know that you’ll understand
Michelle, ma belle
Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble
Tres bien ensemble
I need to, I need to, I need to
I need to make you see
Oh, what you mean to me
Until I do, I’m hoping you will know what I mean
I love you
I want you, I want you, I want you
I think you know by now
I’ll get to you somehow
Until I do, I’m telling you so you’ll understand
Michelle, ma belle
Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble
Tres bien ensemble
And I will say the only words I know that you’ll understand
My Michelle (Source: LyricFind)
Tears were flowing from my eyes, and as I quickly glanced around the room, almost everyone was crying. One of our teachers said she couldn’t sing because she was too busy crying. Our lead teacher, whose name is Michele said that the song resonated with her as well because she was serenaded by that song when she was a child. Michele went on to say “Michelle, your son is obviously a very special person.” I agreed, wiped more tears then jumped up and hugged John.
…continued in Part 2.
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