Find your own voice and sing your heart song...

Finding our voice.  

That is what a survivor of abuse HAS TO DO in order to become a survivor and SPEAK OUT against abuse. As a singer, I have always been expressive through my music. Finding "my voice" in speaking out negativity and abuse has been the hardest challenge in my life. I am now trying to SPEAK OUT  and use "my voice" to encourage others to "find their heart song and sing it". 






I love what the Poet Rumi said "Let what you love BE what you DO". Sometimes we have to just remind ourselves "to love" and enjoy the beauty within us as well as the beauty surrounding us. Life is so short and there is SO much beauty to discover and enjoy; sometimes we forget to "look within" and find the beauty IN ourselves. 


We, our selves, are a "gift of life" that has been given to us. Surely, we will never have another human being as close to us as we are to ourselves. 

Growing up in the 70s enabled me to hear some wonderful folk music. One of my favorite songs is "Make your own kind of music" and I love the lyrics. I have added a YouTube link to JUST the music and lyrics for you.

Make your own kind of music (with lyrics) Mama Cass

One thing that NO ONE ELSE can do for us is to "help us find our voice". We must do that for ourselves. Like the "Minstrel Boy", I have often felt "commanded" to perform my music in "slavery"....you might think it ODD that a woman (yes, I am of Celtic descent) could relate to "finding my voice" in the song. Look at the lyrics. Do you relate or have you ever felt the angst of being "imprisoned by another?". I also play a medium sized lever harp and can relate to the harper in the song as well.

 The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he hath girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;
"Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard,
"Tho' all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy right shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"

The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain
Could not bring that proud soul under;
The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and brav'ry!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery!

And when I found my voice, I spoke loudly of the FREEDOM that we all have the right to experience as individuals to NOT be abused by others.

Our voice and song are two of the most valuable and sometimes LEAST sought and cultivated parts of who we are. I hope you "hear your heart song" and let your voice sing it out today.