Ever since I was a child I have been a keeper of songs. My mother said I sang before I talked. At 3 I loved going up on the church stage to sing in a high falsetto voice and remember knowing all the words to the Wayward Wind when I was 5. I remember words and melodies easily and hear music sing through me.
In New Mexico, where I lived for 23 years, I sang the song of the red rocks and heard Kokopelli's voice on the mesa and followed in this ancient troubadours footsteps to travel and carry my songseeds with me.
After a full year of travel I have arrived in Asheville, North Carolina and am being tuned by the Blue Ridge Mountains, the chorus of robins, cardinals and spring peepers that serenade me from my window. The vibrational energy of these mountains is strong, as the land underneath my feet is a matrix of quartz, sapphire and ruby. My dreams have intensified here. I am no longer in the wide open spaces with 360 degree views but in the soft embrace of the green hills and blue mountains. This picture shows me singing at a nearby waterfall and a blue orb has joined me. This is a place where people still believe in and see fairies and nature spirits. I am new here and learning to listen and create new words and music from the magic of these mountains.
Each place on the earth has its own vibrational signature. What does it sound like where you live? How does the song of the land affect the way you live?
1 comment:
Hi Dear Susan, Congratulations! Good to see you here. Your writing is beautiful and uplifiting, and just what I needed this AM. You look wonderful and alive. I love that area of the country; it is magical: bursting with trees, birds, water and rich life. I wish you many blessings.
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