Healing Sounds... (Part 1)

FLOWING

Written, Composed, Produced by: ORIT

Lyrics:
I want to be light...
I want to touch grace…
I want to live truth…
I want to praise fate…

& I am flowing
I am restoring
I am water…
I am air
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This week I want to share lyrics of a short poem that I set to my Kinnor ; an ancient 10 stringed harp. People liken the Kinnor to the greek lyre, when the greek lyre should be likened to the Kinnor... If that makes sense. It was a favorite and staple of ancient Hebraic Peoples, who were not white or even white-ish by the way. Harps are African, their variation cultural, their application spiritual--Not religious, but universal forces that marry to provide refuge and soul nourishment. We will talk more about this in the future. The recording of my offering is above, please take a moment to inhale it. 

The Kinnor, Kirar, and Kora are such melodically healing stringed instruments. Their sounds and frequencies have been known to lift people's spirits from deep depression and angst, they have been used to offer praise and thanksgiving, and they have been attributed with energetically protecting and healing the environment and those in it. 

These stringed harps that I have mentioned all have their own distinct sound, with a variation of strings on them. There is so much to say about culture and the harp from the African perspective, which we will delve into more in blogs to come. It's also interesting to note that these African originated instruments were originally only played by men, but once women began to put our innately healing hands to them, their rich language of spirituality and oneness with nature and the Divine became even more tangibly attainble for all who listened. However, various cultural norms that persist even to this day; many still discourage women from playing these harps, which is why there are few women and girls who actually take it on.

Next week,  I will tell you all more about my Kinnor journey, and even the miraculous way in which the one that I have now came to be in my hands. It was made for me by someone who doesn't even make them anymore. Very few people in the world make them, and he had been reserving the last one of his hands until he found who is was supposed to go to... Me. I hope you enjoy this little offering, and have a wonderful week. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

In Unashamed Négritude & Revolutionary Love,

ORIT

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