Leaving Daylight
This twilight of year opens renewed the first silent spaces of winter, yet with a gentler patina. I brush aside the cobwebs from a recurring time sealed in the senses – awakened by the scents and sounds of chill nights. Air is held more in the home as my windows close, fading the outside world to black. Incense, a candle, or a shower with new soap lingers longer, cloaking me in more of my own distinctness.
Fall doesn’t hug me like the wet heat of summer, but rather opens a space to be hugged. The bed’s down comforter, the dresser’s hoodies, the closet’s boots, squeeze me closer to myself. Felt boundary in space keeps me at pace.
Outside my window once obscured, opens to color and space, as leaves change and fall with grace. Winds no longer blow back and forth in an eternal recurrence across unchanged land. Instead, they peel away a layer with each gust, whisking away the old. From the bees to the trees, the world around me is letting go, and in this I know, is how too I can grow.
Humbled with tea, iced no longer, its smell lingering fondly, I sip sounds. Sounds of the first snowfall, hallowed howls of children, but more so the tone of the coming of night. Nothing somber or grim, just a coming quiet and patience. As hats cover ears, and windows shut tight, the world is softer in this the year’s twilight.
I love these seasons, these many reasons, to gather our thoughts, feelings, and people. To tap along to the world’s rhythm and discover its melody. To hear the wisdom of the trees – holding tight and letting go.
With Friends
As fall deepens, we invite you to zoom into this meditative container from your home base and expand into sound and stillness. Together we will explore the balance of sound with music, of meditation with attention, in a one-hour experience into your individuated consciousness.
We are excited to be co-creating this Sunday's journey with Ambiensce in celebration of the 10.18.21 release of his debut album, schliessongs. Ambiensce is a dream: a long moment of something (un)stuck.
Message us at info@soundobserver.com to RSVP
From Our Oracles
No destiny is written in the stars, the palm of hand, or chosen at birth, but is rather experienced in every moment we shed a layer of conditioning, creating space for the self to rise. The princess of wands is an aspect and archetype of this emergence, dancing as the earthy aspect of fire – powerful, brilliant, and daring, yet sudden, violent, and easily misunderstood. Balance this with discernment between renewal and revolution – between harmonic inner transformation and forceful outer change.
Some Links
👂🏼 Gordan “Woe Is Me In Foreign Lands”: Vocalist Svetlana Spajić, bassist and electronics player Guido Möbius, and drummer Andi Stecher retell the stories of traditional Serbian songs.
🐾 How Animal Sounds Are Made For Movies And TV: watch how a Foley artist works
🗺 Sounds of The Forest: Sounds of woodlands and forests from all around the world,
💬 Laurie Anderson Has a Message for Us Humans: Profile of this avant-garde artist, musician and performer.
We’ve been listening to:
Kothbiro by Ayub Ogada
Knee-Deep in the North Sea by Portico Quartet
La bataille de neige by Domenique Dumont
Conte de l'Incroyable Amour by Anouar Brahem
Some Words
Walking through a kiss
Of midnight bliss
No past will I miss
Into the turbulent touch
Of a rhizome’s clutch
Suchness as such
Hearing the hum
Of a childhood’s sum
Through a juicy plum
It hides in the senses
Yet with no walls and no fences
Waiting for you