The Voice: a Home for the Soul

The Voice: a Home for the Soul

“The voice lives in the silence of the body, just like the body in the womb. But, in a difference to the body, it returns to it, abolishing itself at every moment as a voice and as a word. As soon as he speaks, the echo of this desert resounds in the void before the break, from where life and peace, death and madness spring. The breath of the voice is creator. Its name is Spirit.” Paul Zumthor Our voice is a wealth of experiences, emotions and behaviors that we all continue to use and perceive every day from the inside and outside of our body as a primary socialization tool. Our soul shows itself in song, in word and in writing and breaks down into the very rich indentations of the sound that we consciously or unconsciously create. This course aims to be a sort of journey to discover your own sound and with it its energetic, vibrational and visceral origins, but also as a tool to discover the effects and the wonderful resonances of the contact with some often-unexplored parts of us. The voice as an identifying element of every human being is also a bridge between thought and physical reality that produces unique and unrepeatable worlds; as unique and unrepeatable as the infinite parts of which we are composed. And it is precisely in this colorful symphony of undulating motion that we can better understand where our voice originates, who is speaking in us and what songs he/she would like to sing. The voice and its expression The voice and the chakras The chakras and the use of color The fifth chakra and its blocks The voice and emotion The voice and color The chorus: the amplification of a ritual The inner voice: a home for the soul Vibrational therapy Guided meditations: finding your inner voice In search of your talent The 3 ways of receiving messages from our...

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Writing as Salvation

Writing as Salvation

“FROM FAIRY TALES TO SELF-REVELATION”

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Music

Music

When music becomes poetry, it moves sinuously between the folds of the soul. You feel it arrive in the ravines of the heart to nourish, quenching that perennial desire for beauty that does not go away except in some moments. Rare, precious, priceless.  Richard Galliano’s accordion tonight in Monteriggioni made me breathe the French rain and the red skirts of the Tanjawa (women of Tangier) in the Argentine barrios. He made me dance in the world of this extraordinary artist until he left me happy with his hands skinned by much applauding, bewitched. Moved. A meal of love full of wonder. An hour and a half in concert that seemed like a minute and an emotion that will last forever. Thanks Richard....

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Land

Land

And when you least expect it… the sea. I saw it when I was young, with small feet; the noise, the smell of wood that crowned my foot races in front of the cabins, keeping me company, my lips salty with play, and a large grandmother intent on baking the best stuffed shells in the world… Maybe for me it will always be the sea: eyes that follow you from afar glued to your back as you enter the water. The most beautiful tan I have ever known. A sun so sweet as to embrace all of me while escorting me back to shore. Always....

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