Can the child within my heart rise above and feel at home with herself?
It took a while for me to rise to the occasion. I sent an email to a musician who I have collaborated with during ‘archival memoir project‘ performances and recordings.
Ken, would you like to explore a possible collaboration?
I did it! [I love when kids say that!]
I reached out, asked for help, and it turns out Ken is enthusiastic about the idea as well…he’s in!
We are now planning to record songs that I have been creating while taking my daily walks and playing in my studio. I’ve recorded some of the melodies and lyrics on a small tape recorder. Other lyrics are saved as notes in my journals. There are many more melodies and lyrics that keep popping out. Plus+ I would like to add bits of where I play on keyboard, guitar, and fiddle *as I learn. Ken is versed as a string and keyboard musician and plays with a number of improvisational groups. I can’t wait to see what the combination of Ken’s musicality + Mary Alice’s playing will sound like!
As Ken and I talked by phone a recognition came over me that he understands that my collection of melodies and lyrics [both recorded on tape and stored in my body] are additional chapters of the postpartum of my story and will be included in my ongoing archival memoir project.
A place that is natural
Last night I was playing with sounding bowls at our local healer’s circle gathering. The throat chakra bowl seemed to play even more vibrantly when I sang. As I chanted and sang a word came to me
The last sounding bowl I played was the solar plexus bowl. It sounded a bit off to me and I really didn’t want to play it. What I resist, insists…
so I started to play and realized that this bowl represents my Shadow and my resistance. It’s the bowl I need to play first before I play the throat chakra bowl or the root bowl…both of these bowls sang for and with me.
Similarly, I’m moving past my resistance to sharing the melodies and words that I have stored for so long. Moving ahead and sharing my stories with others. Stepping up and giving it up!
singing, writing, painting, fiddling around….
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