This beautiful exercise was gifted to me by a friend and fellow seeker. It was originally drawn from the work of Jungian psychologist Ira Progoff, who pioneered journaling as a spiritual practice.
I have found this exercise to be highly illuminating. We begin in a quiet place, slow down the breath, and tap into our intuition. We begin to knock on the door of our Sacred Voice, inviting her to a sacred meeting place, where we begin to understand at a deeper level how we have been shaped and molded by our experiences and our emotions connected with those experiences.
Begin by writing whatever comes to mind, there may be many and they may come in random order. Do not try to assess or analyze, just jot them down. They do not have to make sense for anyone except yourself, so do not worry about having too much explanatory information. We will limit ourselves to only ten stepping stones, in chronological order. The first stepping stone will begin with, "On the day I was born..."
Blessings on your journey to discover a deeper and more harmonious relationship with your Sacred Voice.
Stepping Stones for my Sacred Voice
On the day I was born, I was drawn away and separated.
I sang behind a curtain, anonymous, and was well-received, most present and alive.
I wore a nun's habit (looking terrible, old, ugly) and sang my heart out onstage, no mater that the role and character were *not* my preference.
I fully embodied a speaking role, and recall my first moment of abandon on stage. My ego was purposefully set aside and my performance was whole-hearted.
I sang a chant in my first Hildegard class and felt like a grew wings. My voice finally felt F R E E!!!
I stepped into a trouvére song, made a choice before I sang a note that I would be brave and sing from my heart.
The Worst. Audition. Ever. Downward spiral after cutting rejection. Victimhood and silence.
I sing in praise of Mother Church at a National Prayer Service. I represent the Christian faith in front of the world. I feel like a little girl, but I recall my Big Magical Breath. I don't remember the rest.
I sing a program with Eya, an old friend. I am completely calm, possessed, open. The audience receives. I am an instrument.
I speak my truth and my story at the New Moon lab. I am not used to this, especially with women. I feel brave and strange. Candor, courage, understanding, excitement.