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What is essence of your voice?

— March 2, 2022 —

W R I T T E N  B Y  Allison Mondel

My mom always reminds me (insert high-pitched, Philadelphia-born, Jewish mother’s accent), “Alli, you were always your worst critic!” 

She’s right. I was. I would finish any performance and analyze all the things that went wrong and how I must have sounded awful. This went on for a very long time. 😔

But there were a few times when something went really, really right. You know what I’m talking about? Can you call that to mind for yourself? 

Those moments (and sometimes they really are just moments) when you felt the most aligned, alive, connected, electrified yet calm, and so brave that you responded, and leaned into a moment and showed up for yourself. 💪

Ah, I remember these moments with such sweet clarity and joy, and I think, “could that have been real, or am I imagining that happened?”

No. It was real.

You were in a state of flow, connected with your essence. It is in these moments that we are tapped into a wellspring of inspiration, creativity, and the flow that comes from source.

Honestly, the real triumph of these pinnacle moments in our life is that we let our damn guard down. As a result, the true essence of your voice could be heard, seen, felt, and received by others

Dear One, your triumph is not a fluke. It is a sacred lesson.

A lesson to root firmly into the essence of who you are, and to allow your voice, your energy, and your sound flow from within.

I drew a picture to illustrate.

That little spot in the middle? That’s the sweet spot, my friend. It’s infinite, but simple. That’s the essence. Your heart is the portal.

The image on the left is when we are in flow. The energy moves from the inside-out.

But often, when we use our voice, we usually show up like the image on the right: armored. Your essence is protected, like the king on a chess board. Outside-in.

Most of the time, we would rather show up with armor, protecting our squishy inner core, ready to fend off the mistakes and critiques and rejections before one air molecule is affected.

Why? Because showing up on a stage, no matter the size or type, can feel like the most vulnerable thing you can do because, frankly it is. I believe this is one of the reasons we admire certain performers and artists: we recognize their capacity to show up without so much armor.

Remember your triumphant moment? Remember those times when you showed up for yourself? When you responded to the moment with YES? Here is the lesson: triumphs are not an exception. They are the new rule.

💗 Open your heart.

🧠 Stabilize your fear.

⚡️ Ground your energy.

🔥 Move into flow.

Tapping into your essence does not have to be a hit or miss situation. It is a radically simple formula and practice to be applied whenever you create the intention to do so. It can be a Thing You Do all the time.

It is a joyful practice of becoming whole as you develop your voice, your artistry, and your courage to show up as your most essential, aligned, and peaceful self as you quake the air molecules around you.

Lucky are the ones who receive the gift of your clear, luminous, divine vibration.

Love,

allison

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