As we sit together, listening back, echoes of 2020’s quiet and noise compose our unusual song of solitude. The obvious, off-beat dissonances in tension with the subtle harmonics lurking in our homes and habits: sirens and then silence, the buzz of news better left unheard, voices on calls through walls, the beeping of the oven timer, and the sighs at sunrise…the eerie volume of hustle and bustle, all dialed down to the normally unknown breath.
In this solitude, we murmur longing, sing belonging, and voice our need. We need each other, we need community, we need safety, and we knead it all into a sour dough — with a prayer that we may rise. In our hearts, with infinite restarts, we do the work.
Looking forward, we see the work as a collective effort, carried through this emergent circle; a circle of you and me, us and thee, sharing songs we’d previously sung to ourselves in solitude.
We are holding the space for this sacred sonic circle. As we are listening for the new year’s bell, we are also hoping to hear your curious voice.
With gratitude,
Yiming + Adrian
From our oracles:
Freeing the self is getting rid of things rather than adding things. We call in fluidity and adaptability to decrease the ego and make space for the true self. Turn your will, desire, and creativity into process. The shadow of this energy is brooding into rigid, impulsive, revengeful acts, which increase the ego. Beware absolute self-assurance. Ask for help from your personal oracles, leading you on your process of self-empowerment.
Through the mist and into the mystical
In her heat sunburned through
Into the new
This long dream of the human body
The form of fiery fiction and fluidity
Like the texture of tears
Through the mist and into the mystical