For instance, if everyone was singing around the fire at night church, I liked to mute out their voices, and find the sounds masked behind THAT, like the crickets, the wind in the treetops causing old, wise redwoods to groan, or an owl agreeing with the doctrine. Or as an elderly woman tells me of her childhood, I would push her voice back, smaller, and then find the creak of her rocker, or the swish of her skirt or slippers. When my father would get into a long lecture about something being for my own good, I knew I should be listening, but I would begin to hear a murmur from him, and the crystal clear, creak and bang of the barn door outside, or the lambs fussing like newborn babes. Ohhhh, how I loved this!
Capturing sound, is magical to me and each new sound I aquire, is like finding yet another shimmering firefly for my jar. I have gotten lost, and rather amused with the idea of trying to re-capture and recreate some of this flickering magic.
So, welcome, friends, to my Secret Garden, if you will....
"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is good as dead..." ~Einstein