So I’m chatting with my Mom. Telling her how my classes are going. And how I love to sing spontaneous songs as often as I can. She gives me an assignment:
Go sing for the plants in the garden.
So I do this, because my mom is a creative coach and Zen master, which is like having a divine muse on speed dial. You never know how the instructions will impact you, but it’s worth a shot.
The camera is turned on, the kabucha seeds go in, and a song comes out.
I’m passionate about spontaneity, to notice what comes out of my mouth. Sometimes it feels like a ‘real’ song, or it’s a ramble that doesn’t go anywhere. Those may not taste as good for public consumption, but they all feel great to me.
There’s nothing like feeling your way through the present moment, allowing the voice to reveal what it wants to say.
Using less of my brain to access a “known” song, perhaps there is more of the heart? It’s just a theory.
Who knows? Maybe the Kabucha pumpkins will grow better.
P.S. If you’re near Bainbridge Island, WA, I’ll be performing a version of my SparkStorySong on May 16 at IgniteBainbridge.