Music and other sounds
When I was nineteen, I looked for healing. I had despaired of psychiatric help, and I sought healing in other places.
I had depression, I struggled to speak to people, and I came to believe that if I studied sound that I might benefit.
I embarked on a journey into sound. I did not achieve the cure that I had wished for, but there have been benefits.
I understood that I had been ignoring most sounds.
Now I made myself stop and listen to birdsong. I had never done that before.
I also listened to other sounds, the sound of water running into the sink, the splash of water in the bath.
I realised music was present everywhere, even in the sounds from a construction site,..
the staccato of the machinery.
I understood that I needed to challenge myself to listen to more than Pop music, and I tried classical.
I also challenged myself to listen to others. Did I really listen, or did I continue to wash the dishes?
What was someone trying to tell me? What tone did they use?
I am still learning, but I understand now that the World is rich in sound and texture.