I think it is lovely to hear someone singing, no matter what, where or how. Whistling, too. But I think we've lost the habit. Or it's been crushed. Keep singing, please. For yourself, your daughter me and everyone in the human race!
I have been singing since when I was a 18 months. Not so much in public, although when I do I am super happy —- you can check out my video note from Saturday !!
I can picture what it means from the inside when someone shows you that kind of negative energy. I feel so much for you. I am sorry you never sing in public again. It’s such I gift I believe we cannot ignore, you me and everyone else who feels the pull of music 🎵🤍
I am up every morning early and go out to feed the birds and the squirrels. Every morning, winter and summer, spring and fall, the birds sing their songs. Without fail. They sing to communicate. I love it. It is part of my daily ritual to stand there quietly and listen. No one asks the birds why they sing. The same for humans. Singing is communication.
Reading this in homeschool later to my 13 year old singer/songwriter daughter, whose spirit and confidence was crushed similarly by a family member. Thank you for this poignant and beautiful piece. May life continually present you with reasons to sing and may the fullness of your expression blossom 💫💫💫
I love this so much Mackenzie, I completely get how an innocent comment can stay with you for a long time. When you are sensitive it runs deep and it took me a long time to find my voice again. May you never stop singing, it’s the voice of your soul and I’d love to hear it. 💫🙏
"Why are you always singing?", she said derisively...😢 When I was so little I can barely remember, I was singing in the car with my mom and asked her, "Am I on-key, Momma?" And she said, "No, you're tone deaf like your dad." It wasn't until I sang to my own kids that I suddenly realized how deeply that single comment, all those years ago, had cut.
What a beautiful practice, to take the question and answer it. It's very reorienting, to take something that was meant to hurt, and use it to affirm your truth, instead. This is a very practical act of how hate is overcome by love :)
Oh Sydney, I am so sorry those words were said to you 😢 I thank you for sharing your story here in this space and I am happy you are here. I will absolutely check out your post! ✨
Thanks for sharing. We receive so many messages when we're growing up-about who we're supposed to be or not supposed to be-it's incredible how someone's words can stick and cause us to continue to hold back our most special gifts way into adulthood...and how much work it takes as an adult to then peel back the layers, rediscover the gifts, and give ourselves permission to share them with the world!! Keep singing!!
Ah Mackenzie, sending so much love to little you. I have a similar sort of memory when a teacher said something to me that knocked my confidence and from that moment I got so embarrassed to speak out loud and could feel myself blushing every time. It continues to be a long healing to share my voice but it is definitely happening, with writing and with voicenotes, even the occasional podcast I have been interviewed for which I never thought I could do. I am so glad you feel you have found your song again. There really is nothing like the power of music and singing your heart out, so powerful to share it with your daughter too! xx
Thank you for your sweet words Lyndsay ✨ I’m sorry that someone made you feel that you couldn’t truly speak your voice but I am glad that you are standing in your truth and speaking up now 🥰
WOW! That person must have been very important to you on some level to have that much power over you. I'm so sorry this happened and am glad you've made peace with it. Some people, though, are not worthy of the influence we allow them to have over us, especially if they obviously dislike or are jealous of us. Some people just can't stand it when others are happy or have the courage to express joy. How sad ... for you ... but also for her ultimately. She doesn't know what she's lost.
The sad thing is she wasn’t important to me, but she was related to someone who was in a position of authority who terrified me. They were very, very similar 🙁
Thank you for your kind words Sue. I always appreciate your comments on my posts! I hope you have a lovely weekend 💚
And a lovely weekend to you too, Mackenzie. That sounds like a major power struggle that hindered you for so long, but you prevailed. I too have had a slew of powerful, mean, psychotic women to deal with. I often wonder 'where's this sisterhood people talk about?' Oh well ... iligitimi non carundum ... don't let the bastards (bitches) grind you down.
Oh this is sad, and relatable, the things we squash in ourselves for others. Sing, sing, sing.
Thank you Tamsin 💛✨
I think it is lovely to hear someone singing, no matter what, where or how. Whistling, too. But I think we've lost the habit. Or it's been crushed. Keep singing, please. For yourself, your daughter me and everyone in the human race!
I will take your words to heart Lisa, thank you so much! 🩵
I have been singing since when I was a 18 months. Not so much in public, although when I do I am super happy —- you can check out my video note from Saturday !!
I can picture what it means from the inside when someone shows you that kind of negative energy. I feel so much for you. I am sorry you never sing in public again. It’s such I gift I believe we cannot ignore, you me and everyone else who feels the pull of music 🎵🤍
Thank you for your lovely comment Annalisa, it means so much! 💛✨
Anytime 🤍 if you want to share more I am here to listen 😘 it’s a topic I feel so much
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I am up every morning early and go out to feed the birds and the squirrels. Every morning, winter and summer, spring and fall, the birds sing their songs. Without fail. They sing to communicate. I love it. It is part of my daily ritual to stand there quietly and listen. No one asks the birds why they sing. The same for humans. Singing is communication.
“No one asks the birds why they sing. The same for humans. Singing is communication”.
Love this Perry, thank you 🌿
Reading this in homeschool later to my 13 year old singer/songwriter daughter, whose spirit and confidence was crushed similarly by a family member. Thank you for this poignant and beautiful piece. May life continually present you with reasons to sing and may the fullness of your expression blossom 💫💫💫
Sending love to you and your daughter, Solarah 💛 I appreciate you being here!
I love this so much Mackenzie, I completely get how an innocent comment can stay with you for a long time. When you are sensitive it runs deep and it took me a long time to find my voice again. May you never stop singing, it’s the voice of your soul and I’d love to hear it. 💫🙏
Yes, I agree. Being a sensitive soul is a gift 🌿
I am glad you found your voice Louise and I truly have taken your comment to heart ♥️
"Why are you always singing?", she said derisively...😢 When I was so little I can barely remember, I was singing in the car with my mom and asked her, "Am I on-key, Momma?" And she said, "No, you're tone deaf like your dad." It wasn't until I sang to my own kids that I suddenly realized how deeply that single comment, all those years ago, had cut.
What a beautiful practice, to take the question and answer it. It's very reorienting, to take something that was meant to hurt, and use it to affirm your truth, instead. This is a very practical act of how hate is overcome by love :)
I wrote this week about wise advice that nature gives us - there's a section called "Sing!" that you might enjoy :) https://sydneymichalski.substack.com/p/take-a-deep-breath
Oh Sydney, I am so sorry those words were said to you 😢 I thank you for sharing your story here in this space and I am happy you are here. I will absolutely check out your post! ✨
This was beautiful Mackenzie 💜
Thank you Lyndsay 🩶 Greatly appreciated!
Thanks for sharing. We receive so many messages when we're growing up-about who we're supposed to be or not supposed to be-it's incredible how someone's words can stick and cause us to continue to hold back our most special gifts way into adulthood...and how much work it takes as an adult to then peel back the layers, rediscover the gifts, and give ourselves permission to share them with the world!! Keep singing!!
I appreciate your words Janine. Words are so powerful, aren’t they? Thank you for being here! 💚
Ah Mackenzie, sending so much love to little you. I have a similar sort of memory when a teacher said something to me that knocked my confidence and from that moment I got so embarrassed to speak out loud and could feel myself blushing every time. It continues to be a long healing to share my voice but it is definitely happening, with writing and with voicenotes, even the occasional podcast I have been interviewed for which I never thought I could do. I am so glad you feel you have found your song again. There really is nothing like the power of music and singing your heart out, so powerful to share it with your daughter too! xx
Thank you for your sweet words Lyndsay ✨ I’m sorry that someone made you feel that you couldn’t truly speak your voice but I am glad that you are standing in your truth and speaking up now 🥰
Much love to you xx
WOW! That person must have been very important to you on some level to have that much power over you. I'm so sorry this happened and am glad you've made peace with it. Some people, though, are not worthy of the influence we allow them to have over us, especially if they obviously dislike or are jealous of us. Some people just can't stand it when others are happy or have the courage to express joy. How sad ... for you ... but also for her ultimately. She doesn't know what she's lost.
The sad thing is she wasn’t important to me, but she was related to someone who was in a position of authority who terrified me. They were very, very similar 🙁
Thank you for your kind words Sue. I always appreciate your comments on my posts! I hope you have a lovely weekend 💚
And a lovely weekend to you too, Mackenzie. That sounds like a major power struggle that hindered you for so long, but you prevailed. I too have had a slew of powerful, mean, psychotic women to deal with. I often wonder 'where's this sisterhood people talk about?' Oh well ... iligitimi non carundum ... don't let the bastards (bitches) grind you down.
Love it Sue! 🩷
Beautiful.
Thank you so much! 💛