Our Beautiful Sounds
There are sounds we make to reflect and resonate off vaulty stone ceilings that can hold us for minutes in bliss.
And there are sounds we make to carry across an open landscape to declare ourselves and awaken all who hear, human or otherwise.
And there are sounds we make to become one with the world and each other:
A beat that moves our bodies and echoes in everything it touches
A chant that stills even the blood in us to the same pace
A single sound we can make that holds all of the sound and creation in the world.
We can make a string, a drum, a pipe that sounds our song and claims
we are here; we are here
A prayer, a warning, a call for help
I hope it’s the last thing we do.
Make one of our beautiful sounds.
I was listening to a morning program on the BBC today and a choral version of “You Raise Me Up” came on and moved me to tears and, despite my lack of ability, had me hitting replay and raising my very own voice up out loud in the room.
And it made me think of the early people I am imagining on the edge of Loch Fyne and the sounds they made as they called their gods.
And the way a bagpipe will not be ignored.
And the sounds of a choir I heard once in Notre Dame.
And the sounds of the pow wow of the First Nations in the open prairies of this landscape.
And the way it feels to be at a gig you love and moving as one with the other people in the room.
And how long and loud an Om can stay in your body.
And it just made me be very fond of us and what we have in common, yet express in multitudes of ways. So I wrote it down and recorded it for you.
Have a great week.
Our Beautiful Sounds
Thank you, dear Susie. Wonderful to hear you speak your sounds. I learned in Oaxaca to call out to the jungle when we wanted to enter it: estoy aqui. I am here. The earth and all of it hears us and knows we are part of it, and welcomes us home. Be
It's amazing to think of all the sounds humans can make and it's effect on others and everything.