In the womb we are surrounded by a placenta, the skin of our first drum as we listen to the rhythms of that inner world. On the day of our birth, we are born raw into the world, nothing to protect us from the sounds that surround us. We slowly adapt to this world, now so much more vibrant with industrial sound than a hundred years ago. Contrary to what we commonly believe we do not hear only with our ears. In truth, our entire body is a sonic receptor to the sounds and music that we hear. For example we have auditory tubes in our throats that when we open our mouths balances the sound we hear with our ears. These tubes are also how we hear our own sound. It helps us listen when we speak and when we sing. We see with our eyes, the movement of the wind rustling through the trees and, we have a skin that becomes the drum that we hear the world with. It does not serve us to consider the complexity of the miracle of our life in narrow terms. We have enjoyed the musical beauty of deaf musicians from the classical Ludwig Van Beethoven to the more current Evelyn Glennie.
Our bodies are set up to be listening receptors in every way. Every cell within our body is a sound resonator. It receives and sends sounds. It has the capacity of responding to any other sound outside the body. Every organ, in which cells of ‘like vibration’ have gathered to form that organ, will respond as a group to particular sound vibrations. Each organ has a melody. All of those individual parts in you, join together to make up a rhapsody that sings from your body every second of every day to the Universe (one song). Our biggest organ, our skin, is our mother drum. This song, our song, also responds and shifts to sound vibrations of various emotional, mental and spiritual states of consciousness. It responds to these states in others as well. Nothing is as contagious as joining others in making song, because your body craves it. Your body sings.
During our warmer weather is a wonderful time to journey and explore with all of your listening. Use your hands to listen to the rocks or the trees or another person. See what happens. Embrace the song of a flower or the pureness of the water jingle through your toes. Hear the wind whisper in your hair and the sun bathe you with it’s song of joy. You are a resonating chamber waiting to be played. Open your body up to the song rhythms and sounds around you and find the awe in your own instrument.
Anny Fyreagle is a sonic mystic and sound practitioner who hears life through the lens of sound and silence. She is always playing the sound waves and tuning in. See more about her at www.anandasound.com