Walking with Music
I like to play a game called “Walking with Music”. I imagine the acoustics with each footstep. I play with people I know, as well as people I do not know. Sometimes, it is easy to hear the sound, but hard to identify the instrument. Here are a few people I have identified:
Ashana steps spring to a joyful, stringed instrument like a zither or something from the midieval times. I hear the twitter of small birds.
Ryan silently glides to the profound sound of a deep Tibetian Chant.
John dances to a stringed instrument which carries a light classical tune containing varied fun fuges.
Katie walks with an acoustical guitar soloist. Her tune is a fun, warm hug carrying giggles. You can feel yourself falling and sinking right into its lovely chords.
Vince’s footsteps are soft, but his music is a pounding rock and roll sound from the 70’s.
Sophia’s silent step carries two beats. One I can’t see or feel, but the other is the sound of a lotus blossoming.
Jessica has a light skip filled with laughter, happiness and sunshine.
Dennis glides with the breezy sounds of nature. I think his steps carry all seasons. I can tell because the birds call change with the season.
Neil treads with a deep, slow, languid beat with the call of a deep sounding primitive drum that fills the room. Other times, he dances and I think it might be to a Jamaican steel drum. The kind that is like hammered pewter with a plethora of different size beats that carry the sounds for a long time.
Kelley’s step is light. It is still forming, but carries the tinkle of a delicate shell wind chime.
Miguel has a measured step and carries all of the sounds of water. I hear the pounding of the Pacific and the ebb and flow of the Atlantic. I feel the lull of a bayou as well as the rushing of a river. I also can feel the sound of a pacific wave as it thunders over a huge rock and gently spills on the other side in a waterfall curtain. One of my favorite places is waiting in delicious anticipation to see just how much of the waterfall will spill.
The Bayou Warrior usually scurries with the notes of any pleasant engaging sound that she hears along her busy way, but the tune and her step are changing. I think it might include a happy whistle amongst the cypress forests. We shall see.