Archive for April, 2010

One year anniversary

April 28, 2010

May 1 is just days away. Last year, I was making plans to visit Mt. Shasta, CA, unsure of what the future would hold. But I knew I needed to return there. The mountain had called me, and I knew I had to see and hear the bowls again too. Cleveland was in an economic spiral free fall. I knew I couldn’t stand still and survive. Fear makes you want to freeze, before fight or flight claims you. You want to expand the nanoseconds of time before being slammed against the wall you believe is waiting for you.

Freelance work taught me the best lesson more than 18 years ago when I started out. I thought I would walk to the end of a cliff and fall off, given the level of risk going out on your own can feel like. I felt myself walking forward and wondered if I would know as I approached the edge, or would I just drop? Then I realized there was no cliff. In fact, for me, it seemed that the feel of the landscape was more of a shifting underfoot, like a bog, where you have to stay light on your feet and keep moving. To stay in one place in such an environment guarantees you will sink. So I knew I needed to keep moving. Heading to Mt. Shasta was just an opening move, where it would lead me, I had no idea.

Where it led me to inevitably was the gem crystal bowls of Crystal Tones and Bev Wilson in Mt. Shasta at the Middle Earth Crystal Room. That trip was the beginning of this adventure and venture of Re-Sounding Joy. And so on May 1 this year, when I am at the Unity Spiritual Center’s Open House “Let Your Spirit Soar” I will remember last year’s May Day and I will say “thank you” to all of you with all of my heart. And so it is.

April 21, 2010

A year ago, I was counting the last days of working with a national bank. I had had a lot of fun on a program called “Transformation.” (I couldn’t make that up!) I was working with the IT Operations area of the bank — the folks who make sure your email works and your computer comes up every morning and all the checks are processed and the ATMs key in. They are the behind-the-scenes elbow oil that greased everything that worked. I had helped them communicate what they do with other areas of the bank, and it was impressive to see the results for everyone. Now, that was going away. I had no idea what I’d do next, or where my income would come from. But I’d been hearing “Do not be afraid. Do not be afraid. Trust.” for months. I was up to bat.

April 8, 2010

As I come around to being in this adventure with the singing bowls for almost a year, I have started the process of writing a book. Well, I started the writing process last year. Now, I’m in the process of producing the book.

I’ve learned about Book Proposals and how non-fiction books are devveloped and sold. I’m working with a published author in this process, June Cotner, and using Michael Larsen’s book How to Write a Book Proposal. Since I’ve written for a living for 30 years, I don’t expect the Muse to jump on my shoulder. Writing is mostly about writing. Putting words on paper or electronic screens, zapping ’em out, trying others, letting them roll around on the tongue and seeing whether they’re worthy of the taste. This venture though has offered me some of the most fun writing. I’ve been taking some risks, trying new things out. (I didn’t get to write much dialog, except for video scripts in most of my business stints.) I’m mixing poetic lines in and portraying actions, “blocking” the characters (who is often me) with gesture and movement.

Playing the bowls hasn’t been like that at all. I just sit and listen and play. Well, that happens with writing too, but there are no re-writes with the bowls, except when I’m recording.

Playing the bowls is magic. In Cincinnati this past weekend, we had a bunch of bowls to experiment with and we did. Sounds that shouldn’t have sounded right together did, and harmonics that should have worked didn’t. These bowls are truly alchemical. The gems and metals that are incorporated in them as well as their notes have amazingly multi-dimensional influences.

I say to people these are soooo different than the quartz bowls, and until you hear them you may not believe me. Once you do though, it’s another story. And their sounds and combinations are like the sounds when I hear the bell tones. Nowadays though, I seem to get more of the atmospheric cloud of sound and the high-altitude foggy right ear. Funniest thing. I know it means “Pay attention. Listen.” but I wish they would come up with something more pleasant than feeling like I’ve just gone up 77 stories in an elevator and my right ear hasn’t popped yet. Well, it does make me pay attention.

So that’s what’s happening in my world. April is a month of private engagements, rather than public ones. Seems to be a time of deepening for us all.