Sound is a Force Waves Movement of air We live in a sea of sound From our hearts beating, to our breath, to the hiss of the laptop fan The whir of the air conditioner, the rumble of a truck The neighbor’s lawnmower, his kid shooting baskets, their beagle baying in the yard The whine […]
I’m a fan of silence. I don’t listen to music or have any media on at all when I’m at home, even when I am knitting or doing something quiet. It helps me shut off the thinking and simply be. If I’m listening to music I’m analyzing it. I don’t listen to music in my
We’ve talked about this before, a bit. We’ve talked about the fear of singing, or musically expressing ourselves in any way. But, darlings, we need to revisit this idea. And it’s not just about singing, it’s about all forms of inspired artistic expression. Oh, yes, I’ve been thinking about this a lot. We have put
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It got cold over the weekend, oh my did it. Bitterly cold, icy cold. Face-hurtingly cold. And it started with a fairly major snow storm system (the weather prognosticators even named it), which finally covered up the bleh brown and gray thing we’ve had going on since December, so everything is gloriously white and coated
I keep forgetting how new sound healing is in the United States. It’s been around, of course, but not in anything like a mainstream way. When I say I’m a sound healer, most people get a very confused look on their faces–but fortunately most of them are curious and very intrigued. So I thought maybe
Every once in a while, I get the “disappointed” look from someone when I tell them I’m not gigging anymore. It’s a look I am intimately familiar with and highly sensitive to. Some people think I gave up out of heartbreak and sadness that I never got my pitcher on the cover of the Rolling
Words spill onto unspoiled white and where one there was nothing a new world is born Words fall from lips into an empty room and where one there was silence ideas form Words slip between fingers and where once there was anguish there is relief Words show up in the damndest places and where once
Follow me, follow me, follow me down Be brave, follow Keep on walking Follow me, follow me, follow me down Stay close, do not wander Keep walking, keep your wits Be brave, follow Follow me, follow me, deeper, follow Stay close, for the trees do not know you yet, mortal Stay close, for the trees
No matter how far afield my fascinations take me, no matter how deep the rabbit hole I plunge down following some thread or other, I always end up returning to the Matter Of Britain, like my internal compass has a lock on it. Never fails. I’ve been reading a lot of information about the Path
I warned my partner this morning that I’m about to approach a whole new level of weird. He cocked an eyebrow, and I explained. He stroked my cheek and said, “That’s my girl.” Last night I was awake for a long time in the middle of the night. That’s not unusual, but it’s usually a
