Voice

“I can’t sing. This song is too high for me. My voice is so horrible, I promise, you don’t want to hear it”. Have you ever had these thoughts?

For many years I neglected my own voice. I ignored it and sometimes I chose to keep it quiet, as if I was ashamed to use or show it. I disregarded its importance in my life and the web of life.

Now singing has become an essential part of my work on mindfulness and soul awakening. I witness people, young and old, being literally transformed after the second verse. I see them grow and expand as they tune in to their most authentic, genuine, intimate, soul instrument.

So I want to turn to you, all of you who think you don’t have a good voice and tell you this: There is not such a thing as a bad or a good voice. “YOU are gifted with a voice! YOUR VOICE is a gift! YOU are blessed with this sacred instrument of soulful communication. Your inner MUSE is longing to create MUSIC with your every exhalation. Let it sing YOU. Let it sing to YOU.

With love,

Eleni

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The Thread Of The Song

Many days of the year I wake up with a song in my head. Does it ever happen to you? It feels like all night long, in my sleep, I was listening repeatedly to this song, so the moment I wake up, it’s still there. Then, throughout the day, this song keeps playing in a mental record player. Depending on the circumstances the song comes out of my physical boundaries through the form of humming, wistling, singing or really loud singing. The same song can stick with me for weeks sometimes.

These are the happiest days of my life. Even when the song is about sadness, pain or grief or my heart is aching, these are still the happiest days of my life. I am not saying they are the most joyful days (there is a significant difference between joy and happiness for which I can write another moment if you wish) but
they are days in which I feel connected with my soul, my truth, my spirit. That song seems to represent the thread of my life. When I hold on to the thread I know how to navigate through the day, through the life, despite the obscurity and obstacles. I feel grounded. I am confident. I am mindful. I am clear.

On the other hand, days when the mental record player is switched off, are truly hard. I feel disoriented and confused. The thread of life is not any more in my hands and I struggle to find my way. These days are teaching me to be patient, trustful and hopeful that the thread will soon appear again in my hands. And it
does. Today morning, after some days of silence, my record player offered me the song “You raise me up”. For the first time I ready mindfully the lyrics and I am convinced they talk about our inner wisdom and out innate capacity to self-heal.

What song did you wake up with today?

Eleni Michail