)(( hannah mello ))(

I hear my own voice.

I've forgotten where the road leads
I've forgotten why my heart bleeds
Who is this woman in my skin

I hear my own voice
I hear my own voice call

What will you do when I lose my mind
When I lose my way
How can you stay when I've lost it all
When I've lost my all

I've forgotten where I last stepped

(and i forget the rest of the 2nd verse)


That was one of the 4 songs I wrote in a period of 2 days (?) when I first came back to the Pacific Coast after years away. As my own voice has been haunting me in between moments of work and restless sleep, that song has been bubbling up to my surface.

There's nothing like having your own voice. Enjoying your own tone and timber in the way you interact with people and the world. It's a gift. A gift that every human has-- along with a unique thumbprint.

Last night, I went to an event that stands as being the most memorable Seattle experience. In this gorgeous Seattle Central Library's auditorium (pictured left), the the VP of New Media for The Seattle Times as well as the Director of Photography and two photojournalists shared the 2010 Year in Pictures. The two photojournalists talked through their experiences-- with slides, photographs, art techniques and life moments. I still am held captive by the reminder of LIFE being all around us.

It's so easy in the swirl of life-- working hard, cooking as-close-to-culinary-art that you can, building relationships, etc-- to forget your own voice. Your own unique thumbprint. What you enjoy looking at and listening to and meditating on.

I don't want to be a woman that forgets her voice.

It's been three years since I wrote that song (that was quoted and here referenced). Wonderful things have grown and bloomed in life since then. But, I think it's about time to remember my voice again.

posted by )(( hannah mello ))( @ 8:17 PM