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 school trip, competition or games I would be few days without a voice.
How frustrated I was. I tried to harness my out burst of enthusiasm but sometimes I could not. Most of my extended family is blessed with amazing voices. My wish to sing was ridiculous, I was a dancer like my father and I performed often. When I tried to sing my mother usually complained I gave her a headache.
One day on a Saturday afternoon, there was nobody in the house. Soon it would be completely dark, the Shabbat would leave us, the men would come back from the synagogue and everybody would be home. I entered the big empty bed room and I sang for myself free from restrictions and opinions. I don’t know why I remember that so clearly, maybe because I felt this deeper connection I know now as the presence of the spirit world. There was an opening for new thinking and new possibility.
My closest spirit guide always taught me to see beyond what I was told and when I sang I heard him better. When I was 16 I joined the school band and was introduced to a new kind of music. My voice was limited and I lacked control, so I took years of voice development classes, with different teachers and with different methods. But the real evolution happened with my opening to a new consciousness.
When I was 18 the foundation my life was standing on broke down and I was scattered into a thousand pieces. My body was often ill, and, suspiciously, every time I needed to sing I had a throat infection. I could not breathe, my pain-body was so full I only breathed shallow breaths. To use my voice I needed to be an open channel. I was full of blocks I could not open, I could not let go, so I could not go further. My whole body was showing me the signs when I came to a cross road. Always suffering from inflammatory inconveniences, I found understanding and help in methods that aided me to be free instead of being medicated. My voice was always very low, I could sing bass tones, but high tones didn’t exist. Training my voice and working on understanding what my body was telling me gave me more range and it keeps expanding. After the birth of my…