Focusing the Lens on How We Connect through Song #2: A Trio of Reflections
Well hello again, friends. Buoyed up by hope that my words offered here a few weeks ago have had you considering your own unique moments of being touched by music as care, I will sharpen our shared lens and share another vignette of personal experience.
I have been making music in church spaces since I was very young…it is a give and take that has woven into my life rhythms as a constant beat for almost fifty years. The gratitude piece that flows through this element of musical practice is that my family of faith granted me a formative foundation from which to understand music as a spiritual gift of care. So, to recently have a woman with whom I worship Sunday after Sunday express with eloquence what it means to her to receive my playing and singing, it moved me deeply and felt worth sharing here. She is a spiritual care practitioner and a visual artist. She sees and experiences the most profound of feelings on the daily.
Bonding over coffee and platz, she graced me with a beautiful expression of how my approach to singing on that given Sunday was of such sensitivity that it actually made her feel heard in the listening. I have been thinking a great deal about the reflexivity of that naming by this generous human. She sensed that she had a voice, that I was honouring her listening presence, amidst the vocal expression of the song I was sharing. Let’s consider this for just a moment…the invitation into relationship that is formed through timbre and lyrical shaping. We were each caring for each other in that experience.
The next morning, I participated in a virtual workshop hosted by the “Singing Side by Side” network in the UK, an interdisciplinary team of researchers with expertise in music therapy, health psychology, choir leadership and community engagement. The focus was about the musical skills that add wellbeing elements to song. And so again, the gateway to true connection in the dialogue seemed to be about the learning that comes through listening. So let’s listen, yes? Be it to your mother’s song, to your dear friend’s story, or to a graceful bird like the one soaring above me just now.
Let’s commit to caring in our listening.


