I’ve been in a bit of a reflective mood lately.
Mostly writing and art projects.
Missing wandering kids.
Oh, and maybe Henry’s new glasses!
One of my writing friends posted a prompt inquiring about the “soundtracks” of our lives.
It’s kind of a timely question for me as I find myself fishing through stashes of old CD’s for atmosphere and inspiration while I paint.
I seem to be leaning in the direction of ’60’s folk music of the summer camp sort.
Along with some soft rock classics.
A fair number of instrumental, meditative selections.
And a smattering of chant music. Mostly Chinese/Tibetan and Gregorian.
I wouldn’t blame you if you were wondering where the common thread might be.
I wondered a while, myself.
And then it came to me. Intention.
I’m listening to what I want people see or hear or taste when they look at my art or read my words or eat my soup.
Love. Peace. Hope.
And yes, I sing along.
Some of you who know me really well will suspect that it might be better if I didn’t.
Occasionally the dogs might agree!
There’s a fancy neurological explanation for why singing is such a powerful experience. Simplistically, it has to do with building connections between our right and left brains and even altering our emotional states.
Also, according to my hypnosis guru, it can actually help us get un-stuck from some of our old, ineffective stories, especially if we are moving as we sing. Marching in circles is the classic option.
Making big, loopy swirls with paint seems to work, too. If you’re up for a real adventure, try both hands at once! (Brushes optional.)
I am continually awed by the complexity of being human. And the opportunities!
Come join the party!
Here are a few of my “current” favorites. Pull up a chair and sit a spell.