When you come to one of my sound baths, I believe you’re not just hearing me play my crystal bowls and sing.
I believe you are hearing the songs of all the beautiful souls who came before me.
If you listen with a soft, open heart, you can hear the songbird melodies and lullabies my Mum sang to me.
If you listen closely, you can almost hear the echoes of my Nana playing the upright piano at the ballet school.
In the rich resonance and deeper vibrations, I know without a doubt that you can feel my Grandad singing in his baritone voice, a sherry in his hand.
If you tune in a little more closely, you might catch the transcendent harmonies of my Grannie playing the organ at a carol concert.
Within the delicate chord progressions and diminished sevenths, you can hear the lilt of my Great Uncle’s jazz keys.
Time and time again, you will hear the soft, gentle strumming of my Dad playing James Taylor songs on the guitar.
I even hold the frequencies of my Great Grandad singing in the opera too.
When you come to one of my sound baths, I believe you can hear all these angels standing behind me.
I even sing and play for the future too - for those loved ones I am yet to meet.
Because when I play the instruments and sing from my heart, it feels like coming home.
How could it not?
So, next time you find yourself in the flow of doing something you love most - whether that’s writing, dancing, or cooking - know that you are weaving together the stories of all the ones you love.
I promise, it will feel like home.
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