{"id":742,"date":"2024-11-16T09:04:56","date_gmt":"2024-11-16T09:04:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mylisteningheart.org\/?page_id=742"},"modified":"2024-11-17T16:02:41","modified_gmt":"2024-11-17T16:02:41","slug":"about-these-memoirs","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mylisteningheart.org\/?page_id=742","title":{"rendered":"About These Memoirs"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"742\" class=\"elementor elementor-742\" data-elementor-post-type=\"page\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-c8b1bcc e-flex e-con-boxed e-con e-parent\" data-id=\"c8b1bcc\" data-element_type=\"container\" data-e-type=\"container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"e-con-inner\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-7e4f15e elementor-widget elementor-widget-heading\" data-id=\"7e4f15e\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-e-type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"heading.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<h2 class=\"elementor-heading-title elementor-size-default\">About These Memoirs<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-9a37129 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"9a37129\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-e-type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<p>In June 2013 in Kalk Bay, I wrote\u2026<\/p><p>\u201cI have started to write my \u2018memoirs\u2019.<\/p><p>I find myself in a wheelchair with the gift of time and few distractions, having been \u2018grounded\u2019 eight weeks ago two days before my departure to Switzerland.<\/p><p>I started to read a couple of works of non-fiction.\u00a0 The first was <em>Plant, dreaming deep<\/em> by May Sarton and I immersed myself in this extraordinary, delicate description of establishing home in a place, which would hold the objects and memories from lives in another continent.\u00a0 This resonated with me as I found the \u2018place\u2019 -first the cottage and then the actual position in the rooms of my new home for my grandmother\u2019s Bechstein 1901 piano and alabaster lamp; my grandfather\u2019s chest of drawers;\u00a0 my mother\u2019s chinese chest\u2026objects and memories which have accompanied me in my earlier life in Switzerland and which have now returned to the southern hemisphere.<\/p><p>The second work was <em>Eloquent Body<\/em> by Dr Dawn Garisch, my neighbour.\u00a0 Reading this eclectic and honest work I got a sense of her.\u00a0 A fascinating and courageous character, and further confirmation that there are treasures on my doorstep.!<\/p><p>Dawn\u2019s memoir writing workshop which I attended in my wheelchair in the last week of May 2013 was perfectly timed and my appetite for memoir, and other people\u2019s stories, has been stimulated.\u00a0 This is a new interest for me.\u00a0 Perhaps it has\u00a0 to do with slowing down.. realizing the importance of taking stock.\u00a0 The idea that I can begin to take stock of my own eventful life has been seeded, and the form in which I can commit my memoirs to the page has begun to take shape.<\/p><p><em>I am exploring the relationship with my Self and my Soul through these memoirs&#8230; the tender, evolving, remembering &#8211; of who I am and what I am part of, and what it means to be embodied at this magnificent time.<\/em><\/p><p style=\"text-align: center;\">***<\/p><p>After the workshop<a href=\"#_ftn1\" name=\"_ftnref1\"><sup>[1]<\/sup><\/a> I have a focus and a sense of the key threads.\u00a0 I know my life with Ronald will be central and I expect to find scenes springing up to be written.\u00a0 Particularly as I reflect on the period since his dramatic death on 1 June 2009, our 26th wedding anniversary!<\/p><p>I feel these memoirs will explore my relationship with music.\u00a0 Music as memoir&#8230; memoir through music.\u00a0 Music memoirs are like individual notes\/tones, which encapsulate the essence of my life in that moment or event when expressed.<\/p><p>I believe music was\/is the means selected by my Soul to reach me.\u00a0 And, thinking back, it tried several times.\u00a0 Of course this is very clear in the \u2018Dream\u2019 (<a href=\"https:\/\/mylisteningheart.org\/episode_posts\/episode-1-recurring-dream\/\">See Part 2, Episode 1<\/a>), which recurred a number of times in the period before I turned fifty.\u00a0 This was my Soul at play, giving \u2018little me\u2019 a taste of the beauty and magic that is the music of the spheres.<\/p><p>It is hard to find the words which do justice to the multi-dimensional gift of sound and vibration, and its interplay with frequencies.\u00a0 Firstly, I do not have the technical language, having a rather limited theoretical knowledge of music.\u00a0 I can make out the notes in a sheet of music of course, slowly, but can not play from sight.\u00a0 My fingers play when I am \u2018centered\u2019 and connected at my heart and there is no thought involved.\u00a0 I am described by myself and others as an \u2018intuitive musician\u2019.<\/p><p>But, secondly, there is the metaphysical nature of music and increasingly I feel myself drawn in this direction -towards the role of music in healing and spiritual growth, a huge topic.\u00a0 Looking at my bookshelves with rows of books on sound and healing, it is clear that I started collecting materials on this subject from 2003 or so when I was trying to understand what exactly had happened to me, with the music coming through me at this time, while recovering from surgery, having not played the piano for some thirty five years.<\/p><p style=\"text-align: center;\">***<\/p><p>This memoir is not primarily about my \u2018professional life\u2019.<\/p><p>However forty years later, as I reflect on these decades, I am amazed at how my professional path has led me through such rich and varied terrain.\u00a0 I am also amazed at how this path has distracted me, sending me off on tangents and keeping me busy\u2026busy with doing rather than being.\u00a0 I was so busy doing projects and setting up worthwhile initiatives that I was slowly but steadily losing touch with the essence of my life itself.\u00a0 And, slowly and concomitantly, I was forgetting my Soul\u2019s real purpose, which is to BE within the music<a href=\"#_ftn2\" name=\"_ftnref2\"><sup>[2]<\/sup><\/a>.<\/p><p>It is music which I wish to explore through these memoirs.\u00a0 Music is the thread which binds the individual memoirs written in subsequent pages.\u201d<\/p><p>Kalk Bay , June 2013<\/p><p style=\"text-align: center;\">***<\/p><p>And now writing a decade later, about to launch My Listening Heart, the above proves to be an accurate description of what has actually transpired in the writing, and then recording (2020-2024) of these episodes of my eventful life which are contained in My Listening Heart.<\/p><p>Stanford,\u00a0 October 2024.<\/p><p><a href=\"#_ftnref1\" name=\"_ftn1\"><sup>[1]<\/sup><\/a> and several subsequent workshops in 2013 and 2014.<\/p><p><a href=\"#_ftnref2\" name=\"_ftn2\"><sup>[2]<\/sup><\/a> I had been reminded of this in 2006 when John O\u2019Donahue said \u201cMay you always dwell inside the music\u201d<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>About These Memoirs In June 2013 in Kalk Bay, I wrote\u2026 \u201cI have started to write my \u2018memoirs\u2019. 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