Constellation process puts us in touch with our deepest selves, through the mirrors of our family systems. This experiential group process clears issues which we thought were personal, and in fact are not. Through representation, we contact the morphogenic field, and we find a new level of interconnectedness.

Het Heret Transformation Resources in Blue Ash presents two constellation workshops.

Friday, June 26 from 6 to 9 pm

Saturday, June 27 from 4 to 7 pm.

The fee is $75 for either session, or $100 for both.

The workshop will be facilitated by Kathy Scheiern of San Francisco, or by Beverly Welbourne.

Registration is requested by June 5.

Inquiries may be directed to Beverly at (513) 489-9777.

So I decided to look stuff up on the internet...looked up "syrinx" to see what comes up, if anything different, this time. I've been to most of the pertinent sites over the past year and have spent many hours reading and searching for answers.

Knowledge is power, they say, but power corrupts...some time ago, I had to stop reading the internet. I swear it was bringing on symptoms! I recognized everything folks were saying about themselves and thought for sure, I was doomed.

This time browsing the internet felt like I was satisfying a fix - it had been so long since viewing the old sites. It also seemed like I was getting new information, but soon I realized that nothing has really changed and I am still doomed - is there nothing else to look up?

Well, there's always more to look up on the internet!

This time while browsing, I learned that a "syrinx" is the organ that allows a bird to sing - those that can, of course... and that some song birds can sing more than one note at at time. It depends on how developed their syrinx muscles are. Similar to the mouth when humans whistle, the bird's syrinx becomes a resonant chamber. Closed tube acoustics, they call it...

I also learned that "Syrinx" was a lovely water-nymph from Arcadia, daughter of Landon, the river-god. She followed Artemis, goddess of the hunt, and was known for her chastity.

According to the story, Pan, greek god of mountain wilds, meets Syrinx on the way home from the hunt one day. He chases her all the way down Mt. Lycaeum. She deftly avoids his advances by going to the river where she is transformed into a reed by her sisters.

When Pan's exasperated breath passes over the reeds, a plaintive melody is heard. He grabs a handful reeds (because he doesn't know which one is her) and cuts them into seven different lengths. He ties the reeds together in descending order and names the instrument after his beloved, Syrinx. He carries it with him always. These days we call it a pan flute.

This voyage to the internet turned out much more intriguing and hopeful than the others. Now when I let out an accidental sigh while releasing the tension in my spine, I think of my own closed tube acoustics and imagine that Pan is nearby with love, not desire, in his breath of wildness.

And from this vantage point, I can let Syrinx know that the story ends up fine; she doesn't need to hide in the reeds...

I can also thank her for the exquisite music heard throughout the years!

- Anonymous Healer @ Stillpoint Center