Healing Sounds
A chord is played as the music begins. My eyes begin to close. A tune arises in my head, and my body sets itself into a relaxing, mindfulness mode. I begin to heal.
The music calls to me. It takes me back to memories of the past. Remember when? IT could be a summer Philharmonic concert in the park. It could be a song I sang with my students while teaching. Recent conversations with my friend, Jeff, brought back a number of those instances. Maybe it’s a song I wrote.
Sometimes, I can create the chords and songs myself. I take my guitar and begin to sing some of those songs I sang or sit at the piano and try to play songs I remember.
If no one is home, I can sing it as if I’m performing. My internal visions bring the memories of those audiences to the forefront. Their joined voices enable my white blood cells, antibodies, or guardian health fairies to join in, enhancing the healing effects of the music.
Sometimes, the tunes that my dreams produce call out to me to give them words so they can be shared. In those instances, I have to wake up to record the tunes before they are forgotten, and I can comply with my tunes’ demands when I wake up the next day. Once done they are stored in my healing bank for future use.
Sometimes, I write the lyrics first, maybe from a writing prompt or something in my head that says, “This needs music to go with it.”
In all these cases, the music is soft and sweet. It’s not rock and roll, jazz, or new wave discordant notes. It’s my inner self saying, listen to something nice, something that flows, something that moves you and calms you, something you enjoy.
It’s my inner self saying it’s time for me to heal. And that is what I do. I mean, who can argue with a body that says I want to heal, play me some music.
