Singing as the Darkness Lifts
The title of this podcast comes from my love of three things: the sound of birds welcoming the dawn, the feeling of darkness lifting, the moments of joy that make my heart sing. In September 2023 I started my new relationship with mondays. I invite you to come on the journey with me as I find out what the air smells like first thing on a monday morning, and what it feels like when you make a leap to follow a whole new journey of coaching and poetry.
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Episodes
Wednesday Nov 29, 2023
Wednesday Nov 29, 2023
Episode 13: The full moon is somewhere behind the cloud this morning. The air seems to carry the scent of trees, but I am unable to determine what kind.
Wednesday Nov 29, 2023
Wednesday Nov 29, 2023
Episode 12: I sense a vague smell of disinfectant wafting along on the air, but it is not a crisp clean smell.
Wednesday Nov 29, 2023
Tuesday Nov 28, 2023
Tuesday Nov 28, 2023
Episode 10: This morning the air does not have a hint of fireworks or bonfire smoke and this surprises me.
Tuesday Nov 28, 2023
Tuesday Nov 28, 2023
Episode 9: This morning the air smells of leaves again, and I am wondering what the moon would smell of.
Tuesday Nov 28, 2023
Tuesday Nov 28, 2023
Episode 8: The morning smells of cold stone and I set off the alarm call of two different blackbirds when I opened the sash window of a hotel room to push my head out and discover this.
Monday Nov 27, 2023
Monday Nov 27, 2023
Episode 7: This morning I cannot determine what the outside world smells of. The air is cold and the stars that are still in the sky are blurred by clouds.
Monday Nov 27, 2023
Monday Nov 27, 2023
Episode 6: Last night I predicted that the morning’s air would smell like mint and when I opened the front door it did!
Monday Nov 27, 2023
Monday Nov 27, 2023
Episode 5: The sky held gentle cloud around a waning moon this morning. The light of a planet or star shone underneath and the air had an element of oak riding on it.
Sunday Nov 26, 2023
Sunday Nov 26, 2023
Episode 4: This morning the air carries the aroma of an empty vanilla ice-cream tub.
Singing as the Darkness Lifts
The title for this blog originated from my love of dawn chorus and early mornings. It also doubles up as a way of noticing what it is that makes a person's heart and soul sing.