There is something about singing that is primal.    Ancient. 

Cultures around the world, from the beginning of mankind, chanted and sang as part of ritual, education, and often just fun.  Everyone sang, from children to elders.  It has always been an essential part of human expression. Our western society has lost sight of this.  We seem to have divided ourselves into "Those who sing well, and those who shouldn't sing at all.  This idea is well reinforced in many of our lives.

I hear this often. "I can't sing. I used to, but when I was in middle school choir my teacher told me to stand in the back row and mouth the words. I was throwing everyone off I guess.  I haven't sung much since then.  It's too bad.  I used to love singing." Or this.. "I sing all the time.  Alone in the car. When sing around my kids they laugh and make howling noises. But I enjoy singing, so I sing alone. Always wished I could sing better though."   The result.  People begin to quiet their voices. Voices that were built to sing.

What if we stood against the hush?   It takes a lot of courage.  It can be very scary to be heard.   I am going to share my ideas, insights and encouragements on singing, music, and living a self-empowered, heart-centered life throughout this blog.   This feels important.  There is great joy in singing, and sharing your voice with others.  It heals us, it connects us , it expands us.   Keep checking back.  There is much more to come. 

You were born to sing. Like birds at dawn, you were born to share your song with the wind, and the trees. 
You were born to turn the inhale into the concerto. To feel your voice from your toes to your trembling fingertips. 
 
If you don't believe me, simply close your eyes, and listen to your heartbeat. It is the beginning; the rhythm. 
Breathe in and fill your bellows, then let out a squeak, a screech, a growl, a hiss. The song is growing within. 

Can you feel it? Breathe in and let out a tone. Wobbly, flat, or sharp. It is your tone, honour it. 
The song continues growing.  Breathe in and let out a note, clear and bright, and beautifully you. 

The song has roots and leaves now. It is time to sing.  
Let your song crack you open to let the light shine out.  

Sharon Marie Tomczyk.  2014