Singing Stamina
Sometimes though itʼs a softness, a turning up to sit with my harmonium with eyes still opening in the morning, the willingness to open and unfurl gently to see what comes. Even the drumming a tapping on the ends of my finger tips, soft rain… Unfolding a day through singing is one of my greatest joys. The melodies that rise and fall, the window open and the dance of the butterflies singing me. The inner feelings I am only just contacting and understanding, the dreams falling into daylight. Suddenly clarity begins to come, meeting myself begins to come, because my voice clears and energises and reveals my being as long as I allow it.
But even when these sounds are safely tucked inside they are singing me and resonating me. The universe inside. Only a matter of choice and time…
