
Ever since I was first read to, then started reading to myself, there has never been a line read that I didn't hear. As my eyes followed the sentence, a voice was saying it silently to me. It isn't my mother's voice, or the voice of any person I can identify, certainly not my own. It is human, but inward, and it is inwardly that I listen to it. It is to me the voice of the story or the poem itself. The cadence, whatever it is that asks you to believe, the feeling that resides in the printed word, reaches me through the reader-voice . . . My own words, when I am at work on a story, I hear too as they go, in the same voice that I hear when I read in books. When I write and the sound of it comes back to my ears, then I act to make my changes. I have always trusted this voice.
-Eurdora Welty, One Writer's Beginnings
I rarely play music while writing, because I am listening for a sound inside my head. It is not a sound of the earth. It is of a deeper resonance.
I can hear it best when most other sounds are stilled. I hear it in the way I "hear" a thought in my head.
It forms an image, then a word, then a sentence. It is the music of the universe and the template of the Spirit. From this, Jesus described a river which flows out of the innermost being of a man who believes.
It speaks, but not aloud. It speaks the language of the heart. We "hear" it when we see a new baby or a bride coming down the aisle or a breathtaking vista. It pours over us at these moments and lifts us high above our everyday concerns.
This is what matters, it sings. There is a deeper story beneath the story you see. As the music rises, I feel like dancing.
If we dare, most of us recall at least one moment when the music filled us and was all. We recall, but we don't talk about it.
How can one describe the sound of joy? How can one explain the scent of pure meaning? I cannot. But I know when it wells up on me in the middle of life.
It is this sound I listen for when I write. I try to catch it and record it. I want to sketch its image on my page.
What do you try to catch when you write?
This was written for the study of Julia Cameron's The Right to Write with High Calling Blogs. You can go there to read more reflections by other writers after reading this week's chapters.
13 comments:
This...I get. I try not to fill the listening spaces with noise. Otherwise, well, I miss it. I like quiet. In a house where I am the only female, it's not that common. There's always a game on, a wrestle match upstairs, or a voice booming that seems to get deeper each day.
Listening. I try to catch that heart language too, Cassandra.
Yes, "it speaks, but not aloud." Yet I hear it clearly as if it was spoken. This made me think of Zephaniah 3:17, "The LORD your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love,
he will rejoice over you with singing."
I, too, hear it best in the stillness, on the breath of a breeze. Sometimes I have to chase after it as it flits just out of reach to cup it with my heart. But sometimes it bubbles up within.
I've just started Julia's book.
interesting all the ways that people listen and write.
The sound of silence says so much ...
Very interesting. For me, when I sit down to write, the words just tumble out somehow. I don't hear them, but instead I SEE them appear right in front of me on the screen. Funny how different writers write! Sorry I haven't been here in awhile. The upcoming wedding seems to be taking more time than I thougt this simple little ceremony would do! xo
Your writing is so poetic. Yes, I got your guest post and I can't wait to post it Wed.
I hear the sound of a younger me, swimming through murky and unknown waters...not knowing what's ahead--storm or floating.
~ Wendy
I actually DO hear tones of music and begin to glimpse images.
Still, I often play accompaniement on the CD...
Poignant post.
Patti
I try to catch all the thoughts and put them together in the right way. Praying helps this along:)
Blessings,
Karen
I don't write to music. I need quiet to 'hear' my inner self. Then I need to read over what I've written and that's often when more inspiration comes to me. Sometimes I need to read it aloud.
You've written today about one of the things I find most fascinating about being me - that voice in my head. I remember being a child and asking my mom why I could "hear" my thoughts when there wasn't any noise. I still find this endlessly fascinating and think that this is one of those enigmas that no scientist is ever going to be able to figure out. The voice has no sound, no pitch or accent, but it is definitely my inner voice. And it will forever fascinate me.
xo Erin
Ah, I rarely play music when I write because I don't think I could hear it over all the other noise... :)
This is where we are in these days, noisy. And I'm trying to learn to listen through the noise, not just tune it out.
But I so easily distract. Perhaps if I could identify this voice of which you speak, I'd know what to listen for.
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