Giving Voice to Spirit

International Sound Healing Conference is happening this weekend

As I prepare for the International Sound Healing Conference this weekend, here in Santa Fe, I've been reviewing my notes from past conferences here and in San Francisco. I'm looking forward to seeing friends, familiar faces, and international presenters. 

At the first conference I attended Christine Stevens and Arthur Harvey inspired me to go to a Remo HealthRhythms workshop. I gained wonderful insight into structured practices for health care and well being.

Don Campbell's work is always exciting to hear about. You remember, he created the Mozart Effect CDs among many others. I look forward to hearing the newest.

And there just isn't a voice to compare with Tom Kenyon.

Alan Howarth, I should have my article about you and RA Music posted by the end of the week. 

I'll try to keep you all posted on events, but I know from experience, I'm like a kid in a candy store. Making time to slow down and write can be impossible.

Until then,

Blessing

KiP Walker

"I Raise This Voice to Spirit"

Well, I finally did it!

And now you can hear it!

"I Raise This Voice to Spirit" is my first CD, recording my unique form of Sound Healing.

Several year ago during Ceremony I was guided to open my voice to Spirit and was amazed at the song that came through. Along with the amazement came a deep sense of peace and joy. And my life was   changed, as they say.

With time and exploration I learned to clarify intention and focus on specific points of interest.

Now I am happy to share this gift with you through "I Raise This Voice to Spirit". Just Click on the image, the title or the side bar announcement and go to the E-Store to get you copy.

Or would you prefer a personal song. To read the experinces of others visit Giving Voice to Spirit. And you can email me (connection is below my picture to the left) for more information.

Many Blessing and Sweet Songs

KiP

The Year of Las Varas De San Jose, A Feast for the Senses

Has it really been ten years since I moved to Santa Fe!!

The first year I was amazed at the apricots. Trees were breaking form the weight. They were even all over the sidewalks, mostly smushed. The raccoons played “ball” with them in the middle of the night on my flat roof. Absolutely, I was truly baffled the first night that happened. Of course I thought that was the normal crop, but alas, we’ve very few this year, and for several years past.

Last summer was the year of yellow wild flowers. Our drought was somewhat broken and by mid summer. We had an amazing array of wild yellow flowers blooming everywhere all through the fall. A number of people were allergic, but for myself, no reaction for a change. I just gloried in the bright sunny landscape. 

2007 is the year of the opportunist Las Varas de San Jose. English gardens are what Hollyhocks bring to my mind, yet they originated in China. The Spanish colonists loved them too and found they would flourish when more tender planting would not tolerate our climatic extremes . And now they grow all over Santa Fe, in fact throughout the state. Maybe that is why they are tolerated when weeds would not be. Although I love my high desert and red rock country, this unpredictable burst of many colors is a real treat.

In our neighborhood they have wandered out of the gardens and are thriving in amazing places. They have even grown up in the crevices between the sidewalk and the curb. Actually the sidewalks can be obstacle courses with huge, bushy stalks lining both sides. And they are all along fences and driveways that don’t have the usual planting areas.

And the colors. Oh the colors. From soft whites and pale pinks through deep purples, almost black.  A real feast for the eyes and a lift for the Spirit. We’ve had a remarkably wet spring so everything is growing in abundance. And the Hollyhocks are  sturdier than usual, so they don’t even need any bracing.  Don’t tell the neighbors, but I just might gather some seed pods on my evening walk one day. Our yard is a bit sparse. We don’t seem to have time to get to the gardening, but these are glorious perennials even in years with less water.

When I was a child in North Carolina daffodils and jonquils appeared to grow wild along the ditches of our farms. Women from my lineage had planted many varities over the decades and they too had escaped to grow wild. In memory of those dear women who touched my young life with such visual delight, I send a Voice to Spirit in gratitude for all the every day beauty and wonder that bless my life.

Just wanted to share a bit of the enchantment of my home, nomad though I might appear.

Be well, and many blessings 

KiP