Voices of Light: Guatemala 2012 was a space dedicated to creating beauty through music. It was already 8 days ago!
Beauty is a high vibration. Music is the weaver of the universe, the universal language, a sophisticated, clean tool for opening new possibilities within each of our hearts. I spoke a fair amount about listening to the whispers of your heart, giving yourself the benefit of entertaining the inspirations that might seem a little “out there” but that are, in fact, quite guided or on target for your life. When we come together in a clean space in the spirit of music, it is easier to listen to the pure messages of our hearts – it’s like the clutter of our minds and acquired ways of being kind of just melt away. It’s a great opportunity to get a new level of clarity for yourself.
But what good is talking about inspiration without taking the opportunity to ground it into your life?
A few songs before the end of Voices of Light: Guatemala 2012, I invited audience members to pass out index cards and crayons. During the song, “In the Bleak Midwinter,” I invited each person to take the few minutes of sacred time to ground the energy they’d felt bubble up by writing out their dream for their life, or perhaps 2013. If someone felt like drawing, they could draw instead.
Fittingly, I made a couple of errors in “In the Bleak Midwinter.” Weirdly enough, I began a half step too high (yes, I admit it…the arrangement was a funky, modern series of chords that kind of sounded like snow falling…I messed up!). And then 3/4 of the way to the end, my sheet music, which I held only for the Christmas portion and which I had taped together proceeded to stick together, preventing me from seeing the final two pages. Awkward pause ensued, as did uncertain but forgiving applause, as did my brief apology, a glance to my amazing pianist, before we closed out the song properly.
It proved to be the perfect teachable moment, however!
Afterwards I said, “How often do we make an error, and we see that as reason enough to stop following our dreams? Keeping moving forward!” We had a good laugh, and a few days later someone remarked that that was one of their favorite moments of the evening.
Most people took their slips of paper full of dreams with them, but a few left theirs behind. Here are some of my favorites!