Tonight, I sat in contemplation before beginning to sing. I was contemplating the source or root of the sounds that come through me, and how my emotions have a decided effect on what comes out of me.

I read the account of a young woman at VixCamp, a bass and nature camp, who was recounting her inner journey as her body was walking through the woods, blindfolded, homing in on the sound of a distant drumbeat By the time she was close to the drum and felt a hand on her arm to help her sit in a ci...
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