Three people were rocking full out to the rhythms we created together and you could see feet tapping, heads nodding, smiles forming and fingers lifting in time to the beat all around the room with folks who had limited mobility.
One of the more expressive movers told me afterwards that it was a special session.
'How so?' I asked.
'You touched the corners where I don't usually meet people,' she said as she smiled.
What an eloquent way to say where music leads us!
"Music touches the corners where we don't usually meet people."
~ an artist with Alzheimer's
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"To hear something asks very little of us. To listen places our entire being on notice."more from interview..
~Terry Tempest Williams
...to listen is to survive
Yes, but it’s no longer about survival of the fittest, but survival
of compassion. I think about the desert tortoise and all it is up
against in the Mojave desert of St. George, Utah, where development is
rampant. If the desert tortoise survives, it will not be because of its
capacity to survive, but our capacity to care. Do we have enough empathy
to allow the tortoise to live alongside us with enough land protected
for its own use, not ours?
Do we have enough insight to restrain our own
appetite for more instead of less,
which means more for other species?
