The Way Knows the Way — by Lyndsey ScottWhen I was growing up, my mama made up songs for everything. Potty training? Sing about it. Your heart’s deepest longing? In song. I learned: like birds, we sing. Simple plain, because we’re alive. For me Song is a protection mantle, a wise friend, a presence meditation, a comic relief. Song anchors us in our breathing bodies, resonant chambers. Song lives in the crosshairs of Right Here + Right Now.
Turns out there’s an upwelling of folks who need to sing like we need to breathe. We are finding each other and reclaiming our voices as a pathway to Belonging. We bask in the pleasure of harmony and the power of unison. Community singing (simple songs taught call-and-echo in circle form) is a growing movement that honors the relationship between our voices and our hearts, our voices and our grief, & our voices and the path to mutual liberation. Unblocking energy, melting judgment, decomposing scripts of separation, enlisting endorphins . . . . in Singing, we practice the muscle to choose. Wavelengths change things.
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