Standing with who you are and offering the song of your life is a sacred act.
This article appeared in the Summer 2000 issue of Spirituality & Health.
Although I, like many people, never liked the sound of my voice and had been told repeatedly not to sing for fear of causing others to topple off key, I always thought my voice was my voice. To me it was a steady companion like my skin, eyes, ears, lips, and other exposed parts. Only through a serendipitous series of events did I discover that the voice I took so much for granted was probably not my natural one. Instead, I now believe it is a surrogate for the one that was my birthright — the one my abusive and alcoholic family of origin had stolen decades earlier.
Like many “ahas,” this one blindsided me. It happened in 1991, when I was asked to write a magazine piece about vocalist Susan Osborn. For ten years, Osborn was the premier soloist for the renowned Paul Winter Consort. When I listened to her recordings, her penetrating voice and lyrics laden with mythic images always spoke to something deep inside me. The thought of being on assignment at her five-day “Sacred Sound of the Body” workshop was thrilling.
Caren Goldman is a freelance writer, retreat leader, and conflict resolution consultant. Her articles on spirituality and health have appeared in Natural Health, New Age, Intuition, Yoga Journal, and other magazines.