silence is the mother of sound

Silence is the Mother of Sound
 
My Sound Healing mentor, Tito La Rosa is a gifted flautist, a bird spirit, a trickster of the finest sort. Listening to him play music is a remarkable experience, but perhaps not as fun as listening to him speak. Once I took a private lesson with him and he said “Silencio es la Madre de el sonido” and my whole body resonated with a “yaasss!”.
 
The immediate interpretation of this statement is that silence is the beginning of everything. It may be auditory silence, the quietude of soil in the dead of winter, or the kind of silence we encounter when we meet a blank slate and we can’t find an idea, image, or a way forward. When you meet it, you can bet a death has taken place.
 
There is no life without death, as life continually demonstrates. We are powerless over the natural death cycles of living things in many ways. Since we know we contribute to untimely death at times, we can affect some change to prevent it. And we do when we can because we love beings, animals, and other living things.  Sometimes we hold on even when we know we need to let something die. A human being, an outdated relationship, a project, an identity, and then of course there is our stuff.
 
We love our stuff. Sometimes, the holding on of things, things that continually need to be managed, placed, cleaned, repaired, etc…can become more burdensome than enjoyable right?
 
There are times to free ourselves of things, and when we don’t we are preventing a kind of death, or the sweetness of creating a space for something more current. There is a saying: “The Universe likes an empty vessel”. I agree. And when the slate gets cleaned, whether we choose it or not, aaahhhhh  .   .   .   space   .   .   .
 
There is a kind of uneasiness we tend to have with silence. So we talk, and we fill the space up with ideas, opinions, reflections, sounds and such.
 
It’s like this in music as well. Ever notice how when a musical piece is very busy, there is no space to jump in, let alone for your own idea to emerge? What if we wait in that winter deadness of silence in order to let a new, just right, juicy, authentic, unplanned, never been heard before sound emerge? Sound is vibration. Vibration is life.
Before gestation and birth comes an empty womb.
 
Silence is the Mother of sound.
 
Until we                again,
 
Renée