Austin — Sometimes when sing-exploring, you encounter new characters on the trail. Along with your familiar voice, you’ll hear another enter into the music.
I find this is the experience of happening upon overtones, and it happens today for me as I’m exploring the husky fry at the base of my throat, a sound that if offered in shorter bursts could be mistaken for burps.
About halfway through, a higher tone appears on top of this grainy texture, hugging the same contours but distinctively separate.
It’s one of those situations where I don’t know how it got there, and therefore don’t know how to continue it or repeat it. So I just listen and feel into it for a while, enjoying being an audience to this strange and intriguing visitor.