La Lune Allume, LA Lune Allume La lune allume la luna allume la luna allume
La Lune Allume, LA Lune Allume La lune allume la luna allume la luna allume,
some night alone
along the street
hummed and hummed and hummed.
Transformation Exercise #4: Enchantment Chant
Reclaim voice. Not the singing voice that sounds just right, but all the edges of sound that a voice can make. Let sound come forth. Take sound or tune or rhythm and repeat it with slight variations. Consider this the first part. Maybe invite a friend to join in voicing. Then begin a second “verse.” Sometimes a room with a good echo helps us release our expectations. Improvise a part based on any idea. We can call this an enchantment. It may remain raw sound, but it may also vibrate in and out of our sense of the cacophony. Can we create a round? If words seem daunting, just hum.
Just like the variations in objects there are the variations in sound. If we attend gently to night sounds there are variations. If we attend to voices there are variations. I wish we could each develop a personal tune that we could offer to each other and which we could all share as a round when hummed or sung together. It becomes an imagined chorus. When a group of friends were taking on names, I wanted to call myself the by the summer song of a Swainson’s thrush. I couldn’t even begin to make the sound. It had a complexity that caught my attention and wouldn’t let go. I joyfully imagined a name I couldn’t even pronounce. I’d have to wait until the bird sang and then say, "Hear that? that's my name."
How wonderful to learn there is a meditation group practice that is based on the sounded breath. Imagine hearing the group of breaths vibrating. Our voices are individual. We hear each other and recognize each other. We hear people mimic others and we are amused when the sound is almost convincing.
An amazing sound memory occurred on Muir pass humming in the rock shelter with at least four other people. Sound flowed abundantly, coming easily from many voices. I would love to hear that again. At one point I used the words on the sign that described the use of the hut as a source. I was completely enchanted, completely satisfied, comforted, celebrating: not just the accomplishment of the morning climb, reaching the pass, though more than that savoring the moment fully with this particular group of sounds coming from this collection of people gathered in this spot. Nothing more.
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