Flares
The sound of story flares around us just as the fire in the photograph. Some of us choose to dance with fire, to become one with the flow of the fire from within and without - a flame dance. Fire in another form pools within and ignites our words and sounds, our stories until they are flame images in the eyes of the listeners.
The form may shift during our day, our week, our year, but always the story sound continues. Just as the flame in ancient cultures was nurtured to survive the long periods of darkness in winter, so the fire of the story sound is nurtured.
Close your eyes and picture the earth packed tightly forming a circle around a central stand of stones. From the center of the stones a flame rises. It seems to come from the very center of the earth and reach up toward the heavens. This is the core of each of us. This flame heals or harms by our own mode of belief. Our story sound turns on the sway of the flame - its heat and power.
Join me here as the fire flows in the sound of story. Each day...
Resa
The form may shift during our day, our week, our year, but always the story sound continues. Just as the flame in ancient cultures was nurtured to survive the long periods of darkness in winter, so the fire of the story sound is nurtured.
Close your eyes and picture the earth packed tightly forming a circle around a central stand of stones. From the center of the stones a flame rises. It seems to come from the very center of the earth and reach up toward the heavens. This is the core of each of us. This flame heals or harms by our own mode of belief. Our story sound turns on the sway of the flame - its heat and power.
Join me here as the fire flows in the sound of story. Each day...
Resa