During this time of preparation, I feel the energies gathering and the frequencies accelerating.

Although I’ve never had a child, it is like a birthing to me. There is a slow gestation period, where I sense a kind of communion beginning to happen with the sounds, the music, the lyric, the inspiration. They appear to me as impulses of light, colliding and communing in and around each other. Then, when the time is ripe, and the knowingess starts to emerge, large and full, I begin the process of setting the space.

I gather the bowls in one place, the instruments, the sacred tools of my art, and I create this free flow in my environment where at any given moment I can touch a bowl, chime it, ring it, sit at the keyboard and explore a line, a harmony, a song. Often, I sit in silence to listen and then move into music from that state of beingness.

For me, this is an expression, a calling if you will, of the energy of the divine feminine.

I feel it pouring through me in a flow, like a river. Pulsing, throbbing, relentless creation swirling through my entire body.

This morning, I was remembering a song that I had written years ago that surfaced the moment I played my rose quartz morph bowl. This precious bowl has an extraordinary sweetness and yet, an undeniable strength in it. I played for about 2 minutes, maybe less, and the sound literally moved me to the piano, compelling the song.

As I sang, emotions erupted to the surface, cleansing tears stopped me, peeling back yet another layer that had lain over my heart. I don’t know if this song will find itself on the new album, but the process of giving myself the music, singing to my own heart, a prayer to bless the woman, the child within me, was so healing.

What is that creative process like for you? What calls to you when you are bringing forth the unmanifest? How do you hold space for that which is waiting to be born?

Or in the beautiful words of poet Daniel Ladinsky:

“How do you enter the Sun like that and feel the pulse of God?”

Great great love to you,

Ashana