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.

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