While watching the T.V. singing show, The Voice, the other night I was struck by how much I enjoyed listening to people sing songs that I knew. I liked that each version of these songs was presented differently than I had ever heard before. Each singer expressed their own unique talent and perspective in these songs. Through this, these songs that I had known for years became new. With gentle shifts in notes and tones, the artists reinvented old songs and they became new. This was my favorite part and illustrated the power of our own special voice.
In the world and in life, very few brand-spanking-new ideas exist. When they do pop up, they are special and important, but for the most part, our evolution relies on the reshaping and reframing of previous ideas. The element of this reality that is inspiring to me is that even in the realm of our current wealth of fantastic, though often redundant ideas, room exists for new twists. Room exists for creative people to apply their own uniquely beautiful voice to the world and change it.
Each unique voice adds a flavor to the recipe. Each voice contributes a piece of something that no one else has. As human beings, we are one of a kind. No one else, of all the other “elses”, has what we have. We are special and have power and thoughts that belong only to us. Our voice is ours alone and it is awesome.
Believing in our own voice and believing that it is valuable and that we have a place at the table where important discussions are held is a necessary understanding. Trusting our own voice is what delivers our truest successes and is where we contribute most boldly and significantly to the world we live in. It is through our own voice that we can express the best pieces of ourselves. These pieces matter to others and their expression matters to us.
With this in mind, I encourage one and all to sing their own special song. This holiday season remember how essential each piece is to the whole. We are all vital and our songs sound better as a chorus. So, today, I will stand at the top of mountain and sing at the top of my voice and smile and know that my song matters…all of our songs matter…
“Were it not for the presence of the unwashed and the half-educated, the formless, queer and incomplete, the unreasonable and absurd, the infinite shapes of the delightful human tadpole, the horizon would not wear so wide a grin.”
–Frank Moore Colby
The horizon has much to grin about…as do the rest of us…grin BIG!!!
[EDITOR'S NOTE:"Feel Good Friday" is a regular column written by Des Moines resident Dave Markwell, who extols to all neighbors: "Enjoy where we live. Put your feet on the pavement and truly feel how great it is to live here!" Also, you can "friend" Dave on Facebook here. Or work out with him at his exercise company Waterland CrossFit!]