I could not have asked for a more perfect response to the voice workshop than the inspired piece of writing one of my students shared with me this week. This has been a very touching process. I am learning from my students just as much as they are from me.
"I want to sing more. I want to sing. Not the lyrical sweet birds cooing pretty songs kind of singing that wakes lovers just as the sunrays peek over the hill kind of singing; or the belt it out, wailing wild like the wind, through desolate tumbleweed landscape, lost her man gritty bellowing heartbreak kind of singing; but the releasing sound consciously from a place deep within, way down from the core of Mama Earth through the root, fill the belly, breath, open the throat, don't really give a damn how it sounds kind of singing. The throw down & throw in & let out the first words that come to mind come out your body so you find out, with certainty, what's in there kind of singing. No, I want to do that reach down reach out & surprise yourself like you've just been reborn kind of singing; the you'd-never-believe-who-I-authentically-am kind of singing; the letting go of old stories that you tell yourself about yourself kind of singing that knocks your own self over kind of singing. The warbling I gotta cry because you'll never hurt me anymore kind of singing; the groaning your NO & learning to ring out your YES! kind of singing. That's the kind of singing I wanna do. That's why I want to sing."
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My life is my art and my music. My body is my vehicle. The deeper the sensing, the deeper the meaning.