Song Is a Powerful Medicine

 

𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝑀𝓎 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝐵𝑒 𝒮𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝐻𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓈

𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈

𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈

𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 

𝓂𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓈’

𝑔𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈. 

𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈 

𝓈𝒽𝒾𝑒𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓇

𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉 𝑔𝓊𝒾𝓁𝓉, 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓂𝑒, 

𝒷𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒻.

𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈

𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓏𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈

𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈’

𝓃𝑒𝑔𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈.

𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈

𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓈

𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈’ 

𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁𝓈.

𝒪𝒽, 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓌 – 

𝓁𝑒𝓉’𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔,

𝓁𝑒𝓉’𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉,

𝓁𝑒𝓉’𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃.

𝑀𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒.

𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒, 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒾𝓃.

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Song is an ancient medicine. It is far more profound, wilder, more natural, and more powerful than we often allow ourselves to see. It has the ability to restructure and heal. It is a beautiful medicine that purges and releases.

How many unspoken things do we carry within us every day? How often do we dismiss what we feel as “not a big deal” and suppress it? We push it down, we bury it in silence, we smother the emotion until it becomes unheard. But you...You came here to be heard. To root yourself in that knowing. You were made to be heard – in your true colours, in your genuineness, your sincerity, your realness.

This post and the poem that follows are my invitation to you: Step deeper into your original, uniquely beautiful sound. Sing more of the kind of music that calls you. It doesn’t need lyrics. You can begin with a quiet hum – let that hum guide you. You can sit in stillness and listen to the vibration within, the one that wants to sound its way out. You can let it be just for you: a sacred exchange, where you are both the voice and the vessel.

Drink it in. Savour it.
Allow your sound to be yours alone.
Let it tell you something you haven’t yet been willing – or ready – to hear.
Set aside surface-level judgments of your voice.
Instead, listen for its essence – its content, its depth, its magic.
Be a tender listener. A grateful one.

And if you feel ready to be truly wild. Begin to sing on behalf of your ancestors. Sound out the songs, the syllables, the stories they never had the chance to express.

Song is powerful medicine.
Let it show you the forgotten places within.
Let it help you cleanse the confusion, the grief, the anger.
Let it re-write the stories.

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May peace be with you.

♡  Hele