Our bedroom has been turned into a recording studio. Bud's found his voice back - his singing voice from his good ol' days as a musician - and he's trying to capture on tape the song he composed this afternoon. It sounds good and I'm with him all the way in believing it could be hit! It's sad and beautiful, grieving past losses and hinting of future joy. So much emotion packed into one little song, one liddle man (Bud's a head shorter than me). He's happy to have found his old Buddy back again. Listening to the song, I can even feel where his songwriter's block began.
Does music heal? I think it can. I've been leafing through the book 'The Mozart Effect', looking if there's anything in there that could help an elderly relative who's being driven desperate with pain. It recommends the harp for helping soothe back pain, and toning - the drawn-out sounding of different vowels - as a way through pain. I imagine my dear aunt sitting in her living room sounding out high-pitched 'eee's and dark 'ooooooo's and wonder whether she'd be more likely to try that than a little chanting of Sanskrit mantras - as recommended in the other book 'Healing Mantras'.
You can't interfere with karma, that book warns. But I could try a little toning myself just to see what happens. If you hear a few 'oooooo's and an 'aaaaaahhhhh', it's probably me.
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