Water is a mirror reflecting our mind. Masaru EmotoWind hushes through bare oaks and man intervenes
to carve crisp pathways in the brown leaves.
We come together to sound each other's names,
strike forks that do not lose their pitch and
vibrate skeletons, tuning our bones
down to their very marrow. We tone vowels,
consonants, seed syllables, releasing
our voices in small bursts of sound. As water listens to music, absorbing
its structure, then moves to compose
hexagon upon hexagon of crystalline
symmetry to Bach's Variations - so each
drop of our essence reflects our resonance.
How much more gentleness to nurture a child?
Poem by Kim French inspired by her impressions and experiences as a participant in one of James's residential courses
voice is a light. If the light becomes dim, it has not gone out; it
is there. It is the same with the voice. If it does not shine, it only
means that it has been cultivated and you must cultivate it again and
it will shine once more.”
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