This post is all Eden‘s fault.
A few months back, my Aussie friend put up for a short time a marvelous post of her singing, in her living room, a heartfelt rendition of Simon & Garfunkel’s The Boxer (Homeward Bound). It was delightful to watch and listen to her unabashedly sing to her soul’s content.
I vowed to do so one day. One day in the waaaaaaaay future.
When I met Eden at BlogHer10, she gave me a very thoughtful and perfect gift — a bottle of flower essences concocted by her sister, Linda. She said that the tincture was aimed at helping me find my voice. Not just for singing, she asserted. This is bigger than just singing, she said, looking me in the eye solemnly.
I have been placing the drops under my tongue twice daily, and as a result I AM finding my voice.
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