We are all born as musical entities. Some of the first communication between parent and child is in the form of a melody. For some cultures the music is more a part of who they are than others.
We are all born as musical entities
When a woman of a certain African tribe knows she is pregnant, goes to the jungle with other women, and together they pray and meditate until you get to “The song of the child.”
When a child is born, the community gets together and they sing their song. Thus, when the child begins his education, people get together and he sings his song. When you become an adult, they get together again and sing. When it comes to your wedding, the person hears his song.
Finally, when your soul is going from this world, family and friends are approaching and, like his birth, sing their song to accompany it in the “journey”.
In this African tribe, there is another occasion when men sing the song. If at some point the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, take you to the center of town and the people of the community form a circle around her. Then they sing “your song.”The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment, it is the love and memory of his true identity. When we recognize our own song, since we have no desire or need to hurt anyone.
Your friends know “your song”. And sing when you forget it. Those who love you can not be fooled by mistakes you have committed, or dark images you show to others. They remember your beauty as you feel ugly, your total when you’re broke, your innocence when you feel guilty and your purpose when you’re confused.Tolba Phanem, African Poet
In our American culture, the music is not always so clearly a part of our lives. Not to the extent of the example above, anyway. One memory keeps me enthralled, however. When I worked as a respiratory therapist, part of my job was assisting with problem deliveries. I was there for over 200 births!
Some were fine; nothing to write home about, but occasionally, the baby was in trouble and had to be put into a NICU or Natal Intensive Care Unit. The therapists on night shift (including me) used to fight to go to the NICU on our lunch hours to help hold the babies. There was a nurse who ran the NICU that I loved to pieces. She had spent over 20 years as a military nurse (yes, she was in Korea in a M*A*S*H* unit, was tough as nails when it came to dealing with all of us and the doctors, but hand her a problematic infant and she was all gooey and mush.
She told us that there were studies done that proved that babies at risk did better, got stronger and went home with their families sooner when they were held, rocked and sung to. So that’s what we did. We held the tiny tykes, we rocked them and we sang to them. Anything was fine, any melody, any words, they didn’t seem to care, but they did respond to the human voice and closeness and they did thrive.
What are you listening to?
We all have a personal DJ playing old scratched records with commentary that have the volume turned way up so we can still hear our Original Song under all the noise. But in straining to listen to it, we still hear and process the scratched and warped sounds, too.A word here about your Original Song, each one of us has one. We were born with it. The lyrics and the cadence are the basic rhythm of who we are and who we become in our lifetime. No two songs are the same, although they can be similar.
The phrase about marching to a different drummer is more profound than we think.Just as with your favorite album that gets scratched because it’s played so often, during the process of growing up, socializing and being human, a lot of noise is recorded and laid down over the master track on the record of your life.
Sometimes there’s harmony, sometimes it’s just scratches and odd sounds. The problems arise when we listen to the noise instead of the master track. It’s so easy to get lost in a counter rhythm which is actually someone else’s song they want us to sing instead of doing it themselves.
Are you living on Oughta-Pilot or are you truly following your own dream? Are you singing your own Original Song or a parent’s, teacher’s or friend’s?Sometimes we’re distracted by a complete stranger’s song that we resonate with.
When we can’t distinguish our own any longer, it’s possible to mistake another’s melody for our own and we dance happily to it for a while until one day we wake up and realize that there’s just that “something” that’s missing from it and we begin a new search.And then, one day, we meet someone or hear someone who shows us how to polish that scratchy old record until the noise is not so distracting.
It never really goes away, but once we can hear the first few notes of our Song once again, it’s so much easier to hear the rest of it and ignore the scratches and the dust specks.Are you ready to polish your record? I have some great stuff to minimize scratches and bring out the beautiful notes of your Songs.
What is your Original Song?
What is your Original Song? Can you still identify it if you hear it? Or are those old records that your personal DJ playing in your head all the time so scratched and warped that the original melody is completely obliterated? You may think your song is gone, but I assure you it is not, Listen for it intently when you’re faced with a choice. It’s there. I promise you. And if you think you’ve forgotten what it sounds like, let me sing a few bars for you to remind you sometime. I’ve been given the gift of hearing your Song.
Of course, it may not actually be a song, but instead what I call your Original Song is a metaphor for your life’s path, It could be if music is your dream, but yes, I can uncover what you were born to do and I do it with several tools I have developed as well as those I’ve found that are complementary.
Let’s schedule your Personal Discovery Session where we can explore this more in depth.