She let’s go

She was new to me and I was new to her.

She came with a desire to sing and to express herself and like all students who find the courage to take voice lessons she was brimming with nervous energy and excitement.

It’s quite something to be witnessed in this light.

To sing and to be not only seen and heard but to know that the person who is watching you has the power to support you and to help you free this magical beast from your body, or, the power to judge and criticize you and to trap it forever.

What might she say to me? Maybe that I can’t sing after all and my search for freedom and beauty in my voice is over. Maybe she’ll say I just don’t have what it takes or that she can’t help someone like me.

We take it slow. She was doing so well and starting to relax a little even with all the questions darting around inside of her.

The exercises, her voice, my attention. One puzzle piece at a time coming together.

Oh, she said, it’s not about the quality of my voice, it’s the freedom of it that dictates whether it sounds good or not. You mean it’s not about me and what I’m doing right or wrong?

Never, I say, only how safe and accepted you feel. Once you can trust me and the process, then your voice will find its natural path.

In other words, once you can connect with what’s always been here, inside of you.

And then, she lets go.