I find the moment an infant recognizes her own voice fascinating. I love the look of delight on her face as she squeals, realizing her own vocal chords made the noise. I also love her recognition of its power to generate a reaction from those around her. But alas, she eventually learns that her care-takers are not always going to tolerate her shrieking just for the hell of it.
While the process of finding and expressing our voices may start at a primitive age, it is one we fine tune throughout our life time. With this voice, we learn to say “yes” and “no” to things, to set boundaries and to express our inner-most truths. This is not always an easy process. Fear of rejection and admonishment often looms, getting in the way of authentic, spontaneous expression. While some of us might be wise to pause and reflect before we speak, there are just as many of us who feel inhibited to truly have a voice and impact on the world.
A number of years back when I first started really expressing myself, I found I was constantly having issues with my throat – the vehicle for expression. I would come down with chronic sore throats and at times felt this weird tingling sensation in my clavicles. It was almost as if gunk was releasing – feelings all bottled up in the neck that were finally being set free.
Whatever the process and hassle it takes to find our voices, it’s essential, allowing us to express our innate power and beauty. It also helps us speak up for others and fight against oppression and abuses.
I’ve been writing much lately and alas, I’ve got that tickle in my throat and residual congestion. Hmmmm. I wonder if I just might be finding my voice…