The ‘noise
sounds’
of the busy-day world of
computers,
phones,
beepers,
alarms,
and traffic
‘entrain’
our personal rhythm to match theirs . . .
leaving us
‘out of rhythm’
with ourselves.
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'Found Sounds'
help to 'bring us back'
to our own
personal rhythm
and can only be 'found'
by listening
with
'our whole body' .
. .
To the melody
of a wooden screen door opening . . .
And the percussion of its closing . . .
The wind in its movement . . .
The distant echoes of church bells . . .
The tone upon tone of Quartz Crystal Singing Bowls . . .
The crush of gravel underfoot . . .
The swish of cowboy boots on a wooden dance floor . . .
The dancing of rain on a metal roof . . .
The ringing of a delighted child's laughter . . .
The melody of a bird song . . .
The unique rhythm of our own heartbeat.
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'shakers' and 'movers' rhythm instruments . . .
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This passage
is from page 170 of a wonderful book by Layne Redmond
called "When the Drummers were Women" . . .
"It
is often said that the first sound we hear in the womb
is our mother's heartbeat.
Actually,
the first sound to vibrate our newly developed hearing apparatus
is the pulse of our mother's blood
through here veins and arteries.
We vibrate to that primordial rhythm
even before we have ears to hear.
Before we were conceived,
we existed in part as an egg in our mother's ovary.
All the eggs a woman will ever carry
form in her ovaries
while she is a four-month-old fetus
in the womb of her mother.
(you might want to read that last paragraph again!)
This means
our cellular life as an egg
begins
in the womb of our grandmother!
Each of us spent five months
in our grandmother's womb
and she in turn
formed
within the womb of her grandmother.
We vibrate to the rhythms of our mother's blood
before she herself is born!
And this pulse
is the thread of blood
that runs all the way back
through the grandmothers
to the first mother.
We all share
the blood of the first mother . . .
we are truly children of one blood.
As
a tiny, pulsing egg,
we experienced the birth of our mother,
the growth of her body,
her joys,
her fears,
her triumphs.
For fourteen to forty years
we rocked as an egg
to the rhythm of her body.
Men cannot convey this continuity of cellular energy
to their sperm.
The father imparts
not the imprint of a lifetime,
but only the fleeting energy of a few weeks.
Man's nature is in many metaphorical ways
a quick rise and fall . . .
the vanishing
and resurrecting energy
reflected in so many of the ancient male gods.
At
the fetal age of four weeks,
our own heart starts to pulse.
The auditory nerve
begins to pick up vibrations
from our environment
about twenty weeks later.
We begin to synchronize our movements
not only to physical sounds
but to the rhythms of voices,
the vibrations of thoughts.
Our mother's emotions
create
complex chemical interactions
in her body
and
their particular energies
permeate the womb.
Her dream cycles
affect our sleep patterns.
By the time we are born,
we are already imprinted
with the rhythms of the language,
emotions,
feelings,
and
interactions around us.
These rhythms
will always seem
the most
familiar and natural
to us
no matter
how beneficial
or detrimental
they actually are.
Scientific
studies have shown
that our moods,
emotions,
thoughts,
and bodily processes
are rhythms
of chemical energy.
The Puerto Ricans call this
fundamental rhythm,
that marks how we
walk,
talk
and interact
tunbao.
It is an expression
of the totality
of our personality.
As the body takes shape in the womb,
consciousness begins.
It can be detected as brain waves ~
rhythmic vibrations
emanating from the brain
and nervous system.
All through our lives,
our state of consciousness
is governed by
the rate of these vibrations."
WOW!
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Just for
fun tonight . . .
listen or feel your heart-beat
(not your pulse, but your heart-beat)
then tap it out
on a drum
or with a rattle
or gently on your Quartz Crystal Singing Bowl
or just with two fingers on your arm . . .
for at least 15 minutes . . .
then . . .
off to sleep!
Do this for 3 nights . . .
(You might be surprised at the affect!)
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About
Che’usa
Colours of The Wend ~ Ambient
Environs'
Clay experiences for those with
‘no experience’
Watercolour for those who do not draw!
Found Sounds ~ Personal Rhythm
Kollage & Communique' ~
Creating interesting correspondence
'The Bowl Lady'
and her love for Quartz Crystal Singing Bowls
Mayan
Glyphs ~ Me Musing
Mayan-Style
Day Counter
As Woman . . . Dreaming
Also:
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Orange Wheelbarrow
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