Tipping Lightly on the Music of Language
by Liz Geyer
This morning, as I was writing a ‘craving what’ Creation Exercise, all of a sudden, I felt lifted on the wings of something and was carried away, dancing on the wind, seeding sparkles of light along the way. After reading Sahere’s beautiful blog on ‘being different once we read our exercises, I realized that I too, ‘wonder’ at the wonder of whom and how many are writing with me?!
At times, I feel a host of beings surrounding me, hunching over writing and thinking with me, yet never interrupting. At times, I feel just one other speaking in my ear, and the words trip lightly and quickly across the page. Yet other times, I push any and all assistance away to tantrum my way through the language and a hurricane-like spiral might appear with thunder and lightning in tow. Those are the times I may write three observings in a row until there is only rain to wash away the ‘sucky air’. Other times, I feel a gentle soul looking over my shoulder whispering softly, “Say this, then this…oh, and then…”
A new, richer landscape has opened up to me in the past few months, as I have been faithfully writing the exercises each day. Now I hear the music of the language as it dances lightly, or sometimes not…through the universe after I post an exercise. My senses come alive with the dance of the language. I can literally see the sparkles of light dancing on the wind. I can hear the music as well…okay, well, I confess that I always listen to music that suits me on that particular day, so perhaps that is cheating? No…it is all part of the surround-sound aspect that can come alive for us as we write.
No longer is the writing of the exercises something I need to do. Rather, it is a multi-sensory experience, like watching a beautiful movie, with depth of structure, cinematography, landscapes flashing by, beautiful music, richness in sound and texture. Wow…I can even watch the words lay themselves out on the page differently. Sometimes they dance along horizontally, other times the words spark like lighting a sparkler. Other times when a darker day appears, the words might be painted in dark blue or shades of gray to black. But…the language is always moving somewhere. Just this morning, I saw sparkles of light dancing all around, so above, so below, with rich dark rust and green hues as a background landscape.
In what ways are you weaving artistry through your own writing of the exercises? I see it, feel it when I read your exercises, hence the reason for this blog! I feel the language tripping lightly, sometimes not so lightly, ever moving the energies of life along, restoring my cells to wholeness, giving me hope, seeding the new realities…the music ringing sweetly and powerfully in my ears, the sights, sounds, and scents so strong.
Never underestimate the power in your writing my comrades…you all have such beauty in your voices on the page. They are brining such vibrant life to us all…through your unique musical language. What beauty that is!
