Sound Vistas

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SECRET, SACRED PLACES

Shared on August 13th, 2013
By Alana Woods

I looked at a PBS program tonight entitled ” A Farm Story” and it brought back memories from the first 20 years of my life. I grew up on a beautiful big farm outside Kansas City, Mo. It was a time when the fields and gardens did not have poison to kill the bugs. We raised all our own food and had fresh (organic) vegetables from the garden, fruits from peach, pear, apple, and cheery trees, fresh eggs, chickens and other animals.

We had them all. There were constant “chores” and work to do for everyone. On Saturdays I changed all the sheets on the beds while listening to my favorite radio show “Let’s Pretend”.

I especially loved waking up in the early morning to hear sounding of the first bird , smelling the gentle summer breezes with the smell of fresh cut bluegrass from the fields.

When I could sneak away from endless chores, I read or designed clothes for my dolls, pinning the fabric together with safety pins.I developed a passion for fairy tales, and I always felt sad to part with the characters in the books. My mother would return from the library with a stack of books and I proceeded to read at least three at a time.

When I wasn’t reading, I was exploring all the hidden places I could find (tall old pine trees, bushes, tall weeds at the creek) around the farm. One particular place was a favorite: the Lilac bushes. There were three colors, all together in one clump. One white, and two different shades of purple. From this place I could spy on the world and hear conversations . One day my father was talking to the “farm hands”, as they were called. Men he hired to plough the fields and help with the management of the animals. They kept saying a word I didn’t know. “Hell”. I ran to the house and looked up “hell” in a dictionary. Deciding it was not a nice word, I wrote it on a paper then went back outside, dug a hole in the ground, and burried it.

I remember well, hearing the “eeer” bugs (Cicadas) singing their way of their outer shells as they climbed up the trees in the long shadows of the setting sun. A perfect closing curtain of the day.

Shared by Alana Woods

Alana has studied the arts from a very early age with private teachers: piano throughout childhood, art as a college major, and harp as an adult. Her professional background is as versatile as her interests. Besides the arts she has lived this life directing several centers as an ordained Unity Minister, studied Hypnotherapy, Pre-and Perinatal Psychology, Family Soul healing, Psychoacoustics, brain dominance, healing arts of Reflexology, Indian Head Massage, Clinical Aromatherapy, Ayurveda, and Music Practitioner, with certifications in most of them. She is an independent researcher in “prescriptive sound” or music medicine, a storyteller with harp and stories from indigenous cultures.

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