Personal stories about the voice
A Story of Voice: Finding My Singing Voice
My mother says I started to sing before I could talk, but in my childhood my voice was always a “problem”. I was very often hoarse and sometimes could hardly speak.
My mother took me to a specialist to check my vocal cords but he didn’t find anything physical. I have noticed that after every… More
The Calling of a Voice: Guidance by Spirit Voice
It was one of this times that I called the Great Spirit. In that meditation I did something new, I opened my mouth and let my voice participate in my silent prayer. A chant was born. I who valued and worked hard for good lyrics found myself in a world beyond words. I found in there…. More
Voices in my Head: Meeting my Mental Voices
Today on the way home from a healing ritual, where I took part in something relating to my Jewish self, I realized something. Somewhere when I wasn’t looking the question of ‘Who am I?’ changed to ‘Who am I not?’
Can I answer this question without starting to philosophize? Maybe I should, it is who I am. More
The Healing Voice: Listening to my Heart Voice
In my search for healing I arrived at a point where I admitted to myself that I feel broken.
For years I felt as if I am torn between everything that I am: performing artist vs. producer, domestic person vs. career oriented person, introvert vs. extrovert, village girl vs. city girl, Clown vs. singer. I have completely exhausted myself trying to choose.
I had to go back in time to find the moment it all broke.. More
Stories about female life
I found myself looking at girls in the way older women used to look at me long ago, with a mix of charm and astonishment at the daring spirit.
I was not always charmed; somewhere it was painful.
When you are young, you believe that you will always be free. That makes you vulnerable, but you don’t know that because you are clueless at the time. That makes the spirit of the young also so powerful.
We should cherish that in our girls and boys.
I also remember when it was painful and hit me like a wall of bricks. It was after I gave birth…More
Permission to Feel Free
Once again, I came across the concept of permission. We know each other very well.
She is a permanent resident in my unconsciousness.
She tells me – she will stay there until she is visible in the collective memory of my people.
I am not arguing.
“Why does a person need permission to feel free?” you would ask.
Well just imagine that, when your freedom is only one generation old, it is a new concept.
I try to give it a form in my life.
As a female, I have noticed, my existence is loaded with skeletons of ancestors.
As an artist I learned to work with it, give it a place, set it free, paint it, sing it and write it. More
Secret life of a Woman
It is 10 am on Saturday morning and we are getting ready to go out.
My daughter who grew up to be an outspoken girl doesn’t agree with the cloths she needs to wear. My son with his ever-lasting happiness jumps on the bed with joyful shrieking that vibrates in my head so hard my knees get soft.
I am too sensitive to sounds, I observe for the third time this week. More
Tiny tiny story
Little Heart Bud
“If you want to live like the elite in the city then you have to obey some rules.” Says the handsome looking guy spread on the couch in a seductive position. He changes his position to delight me with his crutch.
He is ugly in my eyes.
If we were in my home town my brothers would have smashed his face already for talking arrogantly filthy with a girl. But in this city, it is different… More