No. 236: Why wait...?

Why wait until we die

to sing?

Western culture 

in particular

teaches of 

"angels singing in heaven."

I have heard countless times

"I have no voice here--but in heaven..."

Who is telling us these half-truths...?

And why do we swallow them...?

Opera Organically is about FULLY acknowledging

that finding Voice

MANIFESTS

Heaven on Earth:

This is a secret closely guarded no more!!!

Organic singing is ecstatic.

When we experience It, 

We catch glimpse after glimpse

of what it means to BE

angels walking on this planet.

If this idea scares you

Ask yourself WHY...

You may find 

there are people threatened 

by a walking talking Voice of Life.

Ahhhh...but then, walk in the woods

or in a garden,

and you will know

Voice's true friends

--at least until word spreads--

the trees and the moss,

the flowers and crawling creatures...

 Yes, they know how to sing eternally NOW.

They know how to sing eternally NOW.

And We 

can learn from them.

THIS is Life.  THIS is Love.  THIS is Opera Organically.

No. 235: What are we asking?

Are we asking Voice

what It can do for Us...?

Or are we asking

What We can do for It...?

To ask the first is to walk a paved road

where the going is smooth

but there is no grass under our feet, 

and each step

is the same.

To ask the second is to know

We ARE the grass,

the flowers, the trees, the night sounds,

the stars, the sun, the sky--all the Music we see,

hear, feel and BE along the Way.

*breathe in...breathe out*

...Ahhh...

*heartbeat*

The second Question is the One I choose.

...how about You?

THIS is Life.  THIS is Love.  THIS is Opera Organically.

No. 234: Voice Sings. That is All.

Voice Sings.  That is All.

Her singing may bring praise.

It may bring reward and acknowledgment.

It may also bring scorn and hatred.

Voice has the Power

to awaken every emotion--

for It has the Power 

to awaken Humanity.

To embrace Voice in All it brings Us:

the Joy, the Pain, the Love,

the Darkness, the Light,

is to know Its true nature.

Voice is a mirror to Life.

No. 233: It Doesn't Really Matter...

It doesn't really matter what I say

--or what anyone else says-- 

of your Voice.

It only matters what Voice says of Voice.

And what of the difference between the two?

Listening to the first 

is like dodging (wo)man-made bullets.

Listening to the second

is like bathing

in all the Love in the Universe.

Which do YOU choose?

No. 232: Singing is Messy.

Singing is messy.

Be(a)ware if you think it "should be" clean!

For your search for that "cleanliness"

will drag you through all the Creative Muck of Mother Nature

kicking and screaming

until you one day

wake up 

to find  the singing that stretches heArts like lillies opening to the sun

is earthy.

It's real.

You can roll in It like compost,

bury yourself in It like dirt,

burrow in It like a hungry worm,

and grow in It like a magnificent old tree.

THIS is beautiful singing.

THIS is Life.  THIS is Love.  THIS is Opera Organically.

No. 231: The Greatest Gift

The Greatest Gift for a Singer

is when someOne observes Our Experience

--the living breath of what it means to be US--

and says:

"That is Art...and That...and That...yes--even That--is Art.  

Now: SING IT."

And the Singer cradles this splendid, most Precious Gift

Like the child she remembers Be-ing in dreams,

knowing she has been handed the Key

to a Life Lived in Bliss,

to a Life Lived 

as Song.

No. 230: When I am mute

When I am mute,

when even my physical voice is silent,

I would not dare to say

"I cannot sing"

or

"I do not."

For singing is the deepest form 

of Being

when done with All of Me

And no-thing, no-one can take that away--

for how could Life

take Its Self 

from Its Self...?

I sing, will sing, and have always sung.

And you as well, Dear Friend.  

You, as well.