Mankind is like a vast chorus of voices. How does our own voice fit in there, blend and contribute? How does ours add to the chorus and how is it signal as opposed to noise?
I like the blend of men’s and women’s voices and how good they sound together. They connect me back to my family and beyond to an ancient chorus of voices. Some of those voices give warnings but some are encouraging, urging us on. Speak up they say, even if no one’s hearing. The voices rise up in the extended field, the human auditorium.
There are drums too. A part of us sounds a different drum but the beat of the distant drum is shy and not easily heard. The distant drum signals a change in the cadence and the mood. It looks to the future and suggests something different might be possible. There’s are many voices hearing the distant drum and singing of a new day. Their signature note is joy and confidence in something enduring. They’re not sorrowful or condemning. We’re in God’s world or a larger mind, they seem to say, and that mind isn’t destructible. It has all the beautiful qualities of the Tao. Those voices are at the heart of all religions, very much including the Christian. There’s no other God but God, by whatever name.
Your voice connects you to the chorus. To condemn the creation is to not see what’s happening here. It’s to miss the larger story. Your life has set you up with a particular voice that’s yours. No one can see it all. No one voice can dominate in the great chorus or ever could.
The body with its voice is a cherished gift perfected over untold generations. It needs care and a treasured place. It’s your most intimate companion. In a sense it is you. But here we move into philosophy or theology. But speaking as a body owner . . . the body is host to whatever’s greater than us, to life and consciousness which is connected to the divine. I feel presumptuous speaking of the divine greater mind as if we could know about it but the opposite as if also has a point: How could we not know about it? It’s who we are, passed down through generations without number, each contributing something, all adding to a common understanding. Drums are beating and voicves are singing. The chorus is both heard and not heard. It depends on our ears and our courage to listen.
This short video speaks to the value of speaking up and using our voice:
If you’re interested in a practice spaces for personal voice, let me know in the comments below and I’ll make a zoom session happen soon. Possible questions to be worked on (in small groups of three and the larger circle): Where do you self-censor? What is it that’s not being full said?
Dear Reader,
Great to have you here.
At home, I’ve been working on men and men’s voices and the role of men in the chorus of women and men. Pieces of that will be showing up here as prep for a book coming shortly.
Your comments on personal voice and men’s voice are helpful and much appreciated.
Andrew
Cry of freedom.:
They will tie the hands of the helpless,
they will silence the oppressed;
But never the cry of FREEDOM and HOPE.
It will be a song of humanity in a united voice:
Shouting to the politician his power;
Threatening the Union force...
The towers of hell will fall;
Doves of FREEDOM will fly to infinity;
The CRY of love will be heard with INNOCENCE, of rebirth.
BARRIERS of slavery will be broken;
Powers will bow down,
before the GREATNESS of God.
DESERTS will be reborn;
NATIONS will fall into poverty; never again,
the CRY OF FREEDOM of the hearts,
United in one voice.
Long live the FREEDOM of expression
the weapon of those desperate for a new sun,
in this world of GHOSTS
who lurk and steal dreams from the privileged...
Hi Andrew, I'd be interested in these practice spaces. Very interesting!