Harmonic Alchemy: Finding the Sanctuary in the Sound

There is a specific kind of silence that follows a storm. For many years, my life was written in the language of shadows. A long, turbulent chapter of childhood and adult abuse that left the world feeling fractured and loud. In those times, silence wasn't a comfort; it was a weight. I spent a lifetime searching for a horizon that felt like home, and often, the first bridge I found to that safe space was made of music.

Healing is rarely a straight line. It is a living, breathing ceremony of reclaiming the pieces of yourself that were told they didn't matter. For me, that reclamation has always been guided by music.

The Mundane and the Magical

    In the "mundane" world, music is a simple vibration... Sound waves traveling through the air of my home here in Utah. But in the "magical" world of the soul, music takes the heavy, leaden feelings of anxiety or past trauma and transmutes them into something gold, something bearable, and something beautiful.

When I put on those specific playlists of whatever I'm feeling, the walls of my room don't just sit there; they become a sanctuary. The air changes. The frequency of the room shifts from the "everyday" into the "extraordinary."

My Healing Frequency

    There are certain artists who feel like they were sent to help us navigate the dark. When the world feels too sharp, I turn to the haunting, ethereal layers of Cigarettes After Sex. Their music feels like a thick, velvet fog. A place where the sharp edges of memories can finally blur and soften. There is a safety in that slow, steady pulse that reminds my nervous system it’s okay to slow down.

Then there is the earthy, soulful resonance of Hozier or the cinematic depth of Ruelle. Their voices carry a weight that feels ancient and grounded, like the earth beneath my feet. When I listen to them, I am reminded that even in the "shadows," there is a wild, resilient beauty. Their music is a reminder that we are allowed to be both soft and powerful at the same time.

The Ongoing Ceremony

    Today, my home is my safe harbor. Whether I am grabbing my chilled morning coffee or simply watching the light shift across the floor, there is usually a soundtrack playing in the background. It is my way of whispering to my soul: “You are safe now. You are allowed to be heard.”

If you are currently walking through your own forest with no stars to guide you, I hope you find your own "healing frequency." You don't have to have all the answers right now. Sometimes, you just have to find the right song to help you take the next step into the light.

The song of my life is still being written, and the healing is ongoing. But as long as there is music, I know I am never truly walking alone.


May you find the deep healing that music can provide. May your playlists reach deep into your soul and move what needs to be moved. 

So mote it be.  



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