11/03/2026
I came to my voice and instruments later in life, and over the years they have become another way that I pray, listen, and communicate what sometimes cannot be carried through words alone.
There is something about sound that can reach places in us that conversation cannot. A drum can bring us back into the body. A simple melody can soften something that has been held tightly. The voice can carry grief, gratitude, longing, prayer, and remembrance all at once.
When I bring music into ceremony or healing work, I’m not thinking about creating a performance. I’m listening for what the space needs and allowing the sound to become part of the tending. Sometimes that is my voice and guitar, sometimes a drum, flute, bowl, or another instrument, and sometimes what is needed is simply silence.
My own journey with my voice has taught me so much about vulnerability and learning to trust what wants to move through me. And I think there is an invitation in that for all of us.
We do not have to be trained singers or musicians to have a relationship with sound. We can hum. We can sing badly and sing anyway. We can drum, breathe, listen, move, or simply allow ourselves to be touched by music. Our voices do not have to be perfect to carry prayer, emotion, or truth.
Sometimes the medicine is simply giving ourselves permission to make a sound.
So maybe the invitation is to listen a little more closely. What music is asking to be heard in your life right now? What might your own voice be holding that words have not been able to express?
Music can be another way of carrying prayer. Another way of remembering. Another way of meeting ourselves a little more deeply. 🎶🌿
