The Moment
Where sound met the body
Where It Began
There was a Tibetan singing bowl that had sat untouched in my home for years. One ordinary afternoon, something shifted. Not in the room — in me. I picked it up, and the moment the mallet met the rim, something unlocked that I cannot fully explain.
Tones moved through my voice that I had never heard before — not performed, not chosen. The vibrations reached layers of my nervous system that no amount of understanding, therapy, or willpower had ever accessed. In that single sitting, I felt something ancient recognise something present.
That was the fracture point. Not a breakdown — a remembering. What followed was years of training, study, and direct experience that would eventually become the framework I now teach. But it started there. In silence. With a bowl. And a body that finally said: I've been waiting for you to listen.