Death is present with me these days. Partly because the traditions around this time of year are so connected to the dead. And also because of my mum’s Alzheimer’s diagnosis exactly one year ago in October.

Part of my own journey in freeing my own voice is learning to see myself equally as facilitator and as a musician.

There is a silent critic
Of the most scathing kind
That dwells within my consciousness
And harnesses my mind

You are unique. There is only one flavour of you in the entire universe. And that means your expression is unique, and so is your voice. 

In my singing workshops where we sing in harmony, I notice how the sound goes through different stages as the group finds its synergy.

The process goes something like this:

In most of our daily lives, anywhere we go, this mantra resounds around the walls of our world. And when we are told, over and over and over again, that we are not enough, what happens? Well, of course, we begin to believe it!