I often start the day reading, and then vocalizing just happens while I do the breakfast dishes. There's a rhythm to these morning activities that feels comfortable and natural. Sometimes though, especially lately, nothing I'm reading calls to me. This little post is for one of those days. About a decade ago, I had a two cassette boxed set of Coleman Barks and Robert Bly reading Rumi with accompanying instruments, and I listened to it a lot. It went out on loan and I haven't thought about it in a long time. Out of the blue this morning, I was craving to hear Robert Bly's voice on 'Guest House' and found this by accident, but it's no accident. I have editing to do on my CD project. I need this dictum for my mantra today, "let the beauty you love be what you do."
Can I really know that anything is true about my voice? What do I get for holding any judgemental beliefs about my sound quality - especially even before I let a sound fly out? Thanks to Byron Katie and Eckart Tolle and a myriad of other teachers of presence and self-inquiry we can discover our voices anew every day. What's your story about singing, performing, or practicing? Let me know. I'd love to help you unplug from it if it would serve you to do so.