We all need to relearn how to listen.
There’s a fan-TAST-ic (yes, that’s how I say it) video on TED featuring “deaf” musician, Evelyn Glennie.
Reason for the quotations is that in most ways, she knows better how to listen than most of the people in our current society.
In Evelyn’s talk she makes the startlingly accurate observation that we don’t just listen through our ears, but that if we really paid attention we would notice that we listen with all of our senses.
A great example she gives is that when we perceive motion, we create this expectation of sound, even if there is none.
Another technique is she uses her entire body to experience sound. As she puts it, “Allow your body to become a resonating chamber.”
How much of what we communicate to others is through the entire experience? Not just the words and vibrations that hit our eardrums. Maybe that’s why I’ve always had a thing for bass vocalists. When they speak and when they laugh, their entire body resonates.
It’s like touching a thunderstorm. The slow roll before a crack of lightening.
How much more then do we need this when we’re connected to a screen? How much are you missing by not connecting to the world that is reaching for you! And yes, I see the irony of this.
It reaches, it caresses, it begs your attention. Sending you storms and variants of sun and shadow. The world is full of music if we only had a way to listen. If we will only open ourselves to listen.
How do you define yourself? Is it a profile picture? A certain brand of car or clothing? Or maybe it’s an activity. Like snowboarding or rock climbing.
I read once
identity is a collection of individual expressions within a group we identify with.
How true is that? And how important is that identifier?
We are each part of a subculture in some way or another. This by the lone fact that we identify with other people. There are some who feel that stronger than others.
For example: Harley culture. As soon as I say that you know exactly what I mean. Biker gangs, or a weekend warrior. Maybe a midlife crisis that makes someone feel the need to “live life on the edge”.’ Regardless, here’s a group of people who all identify with each other’s core needs to the extent that they are well-known across socioeconomic lines.
But what if they didn’t have that? That defining bike, or any of the other symbols that represent their affiliation and identity. Would we see the truth of the person? Or would we end up persecuting those who felt the need to be different? It makes me think of the adage,
“If everything is important. Nothing is.”
So to an extent, because we are all different – being different isn’t that big of a deal.
Do you think losing identifiers would be freeing? Or suffocating?
I’d love to hear what you think! Weigh in below.
It’s been awhile since I’ve visited this blog. Reading through my past posts helps me to see, tangibly, the progress I’ve made from my past. As a human, and as a writer.
I’ve just finished watching this amazing TED Talk (see below). Something I urge anyone in high school or twenty-something to review.
So – in the spirit of creation, I’ve decided to write a brief poem.
Ink-Stained, Tearing – pages out.
Outer tears. Emotional waves.
Long, long days.
All the parts of experience,
Making up the lives of she and us.
Do you have another verse to add? Comment below!