REVERB15 (Day 6): Hows, howls, and howlalujahs of being human

PREVIOUS GENERATIONS. Rather than focusing today on my particular family's history to examine patterns (done that and have the t-shirt), I prefer to think of myself as connected to the Earth and all the creatures through time since before the dinosaurs. What does it mean to be human in relation to the rest of creation? (Art by Hallelujah Truth, aka Ruth Schowalter)

Hallelujah for reflecting on our actions and way of being in this world! Hallelujah for families and their legacies! Hallelujah for BEING HUMAN!

Today's #REVERB15 (Day 6) PROMPT asks us to examine those patterns: 

As each year progresses, we unknowingly gather many thoughts, beliefs, and patterns to us. In fact, what we are carrying may have been passed down to us from previous generations.  

Looking at the thoughts and patterns that may be holding you back from living the life you want, trace back through the generations of your family and see if your beliefs originated generations ago.  

In 2016, how can you bring healing to these patterns of thought that are holding you back?

HOW? What? Where? When? Who? BEING HUMAN presents us with challenges. In my 50's, I began to release all the angst I had been carrying around with me by drawing and painting HOWLS and HOWling! Yes! Orchestrated community belly HOWls! You can read about the evolution of my HOWL in past blogs linked at the bottom of the page. (Art by Hallelujah Truth, aka Ruth Schowalter)

I must adapt this REVERB15 (Day 6) prompt for these two reasons: First of all, I have examined the existing patterns in my life extensively and extricated those from my family that serve me and kept them, banishing the rest slowly over time. Don't most of us do that?

Second, looking at past generations throughout the centuries, would take quite a bit of study--days, weeks, months! Without a guide and time for investigations I am not aware of the legacies that my ancestors going back to the pilgrims on the Mayflower left me.

Therefore, I'm following my intuition to post about the hows, howls, and howlalujahs of BEING HUMAN. The images I am posting today are a reflection of my continuous questioning of life's raison d'etre and the pain as well as the celebration that goes along with them. HURRAY for our humanity or BEING HUMAN.

THE HOWL. I learned to embrace the HOWL as part of the HOW of life. By acknowledging the wounds we experience in our journeys, we free ourselves to feel JOY and the ability to shout and embody the HOWL-a-lu-jahs! (Art by Hallelujah, aka Ruth Schowalter)

HOWL-A-LU-JAH. What do you think? Is my HOWing, HOWLing, and HOWL-A-LU-JAHing a pattern that should be altered? Is it holding me back or moving me forward? As a fellow blogger wrote in her blog post in response to this prompt: "Observe. Question. Discuss." Visit her blog, here. (Art by Hallelujah or HOWL-A-LU-JAH, aka Ruth Schowalter or SchowALTAR!)

That's Coffee with Hallelujah! SOUL BLOG with me and share what you know to be about patterns in your life. How familiar are you with the HOWL? The HOWL-A-LU-JAHs of Life?

Previous Blogs About the HOW, HOWL, or HOWALUJAH:
More recent (2015):
Honoring the How in the Howl
Hows to Howls 
 
(Older blogs about the howl, here,  here, here, here, and here).

HOWL-A-LU-JAH: A howling story that led to howl-a-lu-jahs

PASSPORT PICTURE OF HALLELUJAH TRUTH. I was born with a belly howl and discovered I was not alone! (Art by Hallelujah Truth)

Let me introduce myself once more! (You can read other blogs about my howling here, here, here, and here. I find repetition of theme keeps me secured in my truth.)

I am a SPIRITUAL ART PILGRIM on the most awesome journey. I seek pleasure on my quest to find truth and meaning. I call myself HALLELUJAH TRUTH.

I began from birth HOWLING for something more, something else, something unstated, something my parents couldn't give me, something that was mine to find.

And my soulful HOWLS sounded like this..

HOWWWWW...OOOOLLLLLLLL
HOWWWWW...OOOOLLLLLLLL 
HOWWWWW...OOOOLLLLLLLL

Oh I sounded like a disgruntled wild thing and felt sorrowful and alone. But all of these HOWLS stayed in my belly, in my creative brain, and in my sorrowing heart. Yes, I was born sad and soulful with embodied HOWLS!

It wasn't until I started speaking out and raising my voice in HOWLS that I began to CALL like-minded souls to me! I wasn't alone. I hadn't been alone in my sorrowful journey seeking truth and meaning.

Oh contraire! 
HOWWWWW...OOOOLLLLLLLL
This awesome universe is filled with companions for ME! And enough for YOU, YOU, and EVERYONE!

After I started releasing my HOWLS, giving these HOWLS permission to rumble in my belly BIG...
These BIG BELLY HOWLS moved...they roared...they jumped up...and I began growling HOWLS, dancing HOWLS, and the best thing ever?

FINDING MY HOWLS. The most awesome thing about HOWLING? Finding that you are not alone. There are other like-minded HOWLERS out there! (Art by Hallelujah Truth)

These HOWLS attracted others who felt they had belly HOWLS that wanted to be growled, grunted, and stamped! I began giving community HOWLS, which felt like a birthright. Oh we danced our HOWLS and HOWLED our HOWLS together. 

We HOWLERS felt enlivened. Our bodies found voice through HOWLING. We were not alone in our HOWLING experience. Perhaps everyone has a belly HOWL waiting to be heard, honored, danced, and shared...?

Do you want to BELLY HOWL?

But remember...Once a HOWLER, always a HOWLER!  And the best thing of all about howling and growling your belly HOWLS? If you listen really closely to your HOWLS, they begin to sound like an exclamation of praise!

HOWWWWW...OOOOLLLLLLLL....A....LUUUUUU....JAAAAHH!

That's Coffee with Hallelujah. SOUL BLOG with me and tell me about your journey and experience with howls and hallelujahs!