Updated: Mar 31, 2018

We are on the cusp of the first ever Earthsongwave Dawn Chorus on Sunday 1 April around the world; a never-before-heard conscious wave of human song around the Earth for Earth and Earth Community; to celebrate, give gratitude and praise. People have visited the website from New Zealand, Australia, India, Japan,Tanzania, South Africa, Romania, Czech Republic, Greece, Finland, Sweden, Norway, Denmark, Italy, Germany, France, Switzerland, Spain, Portugal, UK, Ireland, Canada, USA, Guatemala, Costa Rica, Brazil. The pinned post on the facebook page has reached over 2,700 people.

I thought this might be a good time to speak to what l mean when l use the word ‘song’ here. One is the way Rumi speaks to at the end of the poem in the Earthsongwave video in the Introduction and in the Home page of the website about the song we are, of Earth.. “each note is a need coming through one of us, a passion, a longing pain”. The ‘Be your note’; the note we are regardless of whether we are actively singing a particular song or not is one of the meanings of song here. We can practice 'our note' to sing/be our note more clearly.

In researching Earthsongs specifically, the following is just a taste of what l, with others, am hearing. First l will speak to my experience of the tree and forest singing (see Stories page). The tree was aware of my presence, the tree itself taught me the song in 3 parts, the forest was aware of both the tree singing and my participation in the song; perhaps not in a human ‘intelligence’ way of awareness but perhaps of an even greater intelligence. Certainly my experience was one of such deep truth l have been/am willing to surrender to/follow that song rather than the line laid down by my current culture; to follow that intelligence perhaps currently more known as ‘nature-based’ intelligence towards practicing and being my unique note which is another story. I wonder whether Earth Community taught humans how to sing and we have forgotten. Since then l notice sometimes l’m in a very ‘open’ feeling in myself when the experience of hearing songs happen. Sometimes they come unbidden and when l least expect them. In my research this can also be the experience of other people.

Sometimes l wonder if the trees offered themselves in sacrifice to be shaped and sung in a different way for breathe to pass. The singing trees were spruce trees which were made for making violins in this place. When l heard the Cairngorm mountains in Scotland sing, they sounded like bagpipes. What if bagpipes were made to replicate the song of the mountains in Scotland. Perhaps that’s why the sound of a bagpipe stirs the soul so deeply. I’ve heard the song of the canyons in Utah. They sound like flutes. Maybe humans created such an instrument to mimic the song of the canyons. What if the relations between place, person, and instrument is not a coincidence; interbeing and reciprocity. Is there a song that is distinctly human? A song of humanity?

Nature-based cultures have always heard and sung with Earth and Earth Community. The Songlines of the Aboriginal People, for example, are probably the most well known; recreating their particular unique songline with particularity of land and in so doing recreating the land; a weaving between a unique song and land alongside Ancestoral ways. Maybe we are creating holes in Earth’s weaving by not singing the songlines of our lives. I am curious that more people seem to be hearing Earthsongs now though, and why now? Sometimes l wonder, at this time when Earth is struggling to rebalance, can she be singing to us of her longing for us to hear her, her song, her cry? If so, how magnificent to respond to such destruction with song, yes? How can l not sing back! And you?

You can see more information on the Earthsongwave Dawn Chorus 2018 facebook page and group. There are further ways l am exploring around Earthsongs too......

By Wendy Robertson Fyfe. Foundher/Creator of Earthsongwave

collage: Doug Van Houten

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Updated: Mar 30, 2018

Sometimes it is only when something is released and when l’m listening can l begin to hear more deeply what is being created. Currently l hear that the Earthsongwave Dawn Chorus Invitation, website and facebook page, is a root to offer a channel, space, link and support for something that is already happening around Earth towards imagining and enhancing further singing clearly. I hear it is something of its time pushing through the Earth’s crust anyway as things do in each Earth’s Era. Many people are already singing the songs of the Ancient Ones or re-membering them or singing a different song of our own time, or/and imagining into the songs of the future ones 500 years and more from now. Imagine the songs of the ones who built and created ceremonies around the standing stones imagining us in.....how far ahead are we imagining today? Joanna Macy reminds us of 'Deep Time' breathing living rather than the 3 min advertisement short surface time of today's holding breath-in trauma living. For this particular invitation there are also deep time roots (Wild Orchestra Folk, see contacts page) around the world to hold this space more locally in relation with the land and our own expertise/experiences in making the journey, singing our notes and offerings.

What is also clear to me is that the song of this new Earth’s Age, of what Thomas Berry called the Ecozoic Era when we begin to live in a more reciprocal life-enhancing relationship with Earth and Earth Community, is awakening in a diversity of ways that will carry us on a different journey than we have known. It is imperative that it does so, especially for all future ones in this shift of human consciousness that is required of us now, l believe. My experiences in the mid 1990’s, some of which l speak about on the ‘stories’ page (please send your stories in too), led me to leaving the teaching l was doing to wander in lands of the Deep Imagination and lands of Scotland. When we think of Bill Plotkin’s nature-based soulcentric model of human development (see Nature and the Human Soul; Cultivating Wholeness in a Fragmented World), l can see now that l moved into Stage 4 at this point and became the ‘Wanderer in the Cocoon’. It was/is Mystery who discerned my readiness to leave all that l thought l’d known, thought was true and to wander into not knowing, into Mystery….

Wandering led me into a deeper soul-led life and into falling, falling in love with a vibrant animate living world again to the extent of giving everything, myself included, over to it; it took many years later to be led to elders such as Bill Plotkin and guides of the Animas Valley Institute who could guide me more deeply into Mystery and to my own apprenticing to guiding; to hearing the note, seeing the image, hearing the poem that can only be sung by me in the Cosmic Song. It took many years since there are few such elders today in this modern industrial society, yet. It took many years to begin to step into my note. This l know, the Cosmic Composition is less without each of our notes, each of our walking songs, images, poetry. Following not the culture, but, for me, the mystery of the songline of the trees and remaining true to that song has led me across wild, exquisite, dangerous, shocking, delightful, adventurous, heartbreaking, beautiful dreams and lands meeting amazing beings both human and ‘more-than-human’. May you follow/continue to follow your unique songline.

Do contact your local Wild Orchestra Folk and start a conversation. They will also have the bird image/song here you can see them by. We may be organising some tasters in our own self-organising song-like ways..or not. Why not sing and see.... Start a conversation on the facebook page/group too. Send in your own songs. Let us know what you are intending on the dawn of 1st April. See www.earthsongwave.com

Wendy Robertson Fyfe (Foundher/Initiator)

collage, Doug Van Houten

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Updated: Mar 20, 2018

~~~ Once upon a time there was a young woman who lived in the mountains in the far NorthWest. She felt content there until one day a question began growing in her belly, as important questions are want to do. One day it grew so big she had to leave her village and wander. She wandered for many many moon nights, indeed many many moon years until one day she found herself in the canyons of the SouthWest. On her very first night there she was woken at 2.30 a.m. by the single song of a Coyote. As she listened in the otherwise seemingly silent night, the song touched her heart and the very marrow of her bones

as she remembered sounds echoing from long ago in her own land; those not heard by her, her mother, her mother’s mother, or even her mother’s mother’s mother. As deeply as she felt joy in her heart listening to this song again she felt as deeply in sorrow, bereft at the loss of such songs on this miraculous planet Earth. She began feeling her heart cracking as it expanded with joy and sorrow. Her heart breaking evermore moving towards dawn and her growing memory of our profound connection with the Earth, Moon and Sun who gave and gives birth to, feeds and shelters us; who will draw us back in like the moon’s tide and who is longing to be fed by us, indeed hungers for us, particularly now.

As she muses (or maybe more being mused) with that clear, black, starlit, moon sky she wonders what other songs are being sung now that she has forgotten even how to hear or even forgotten that she had forgotten; she begins to listen more intently. She wonders more deeply about this miracle planet. It seems to her that increasingly there is a well of new and yet concurrent ancient understanding of this planet and Earth Community as one of inter-being and reciprocity, of call and response. She wonders, is it possible to live, to exist even, without these other beings like Coyote; to call and there be no response…and then who will we be? She grieves with how far soundscape is reducing already; bird song, animal song, reed song, tree song, whale song, human song with mass extinctions, violence, plastic water/land and global warming. She wonders, given call and response, whether it is possible that we live in a world of romance in which humanity is an integral part and, as other creatures have their note, humans have a particular note in an Earth Orchestra too? Maybe whether we choose to sing or not really does make a difference. If so, how does our unique song sound? What is our authentic note? What are the sounds currently emanating, maybe deafeningly from us humans today? She recalls words of the late Thomas Berry “that we have become autistic. We no longer listen to what the Earth, its landscape, its atmospheric phenomena and all its living forms, its mountains and valleys, the rain, the wind, and all the flora and fauna of the planet are telling us.” that: “We are talking only to ourselves.” She suddenly understands what he meant, she suddenly gets it. Finally, her heart breaks wide open and not for the last time....

As dawn arrives, it begins to dawn on her; what might happen if once again we humans remember and begin to sing our true song to Earth and wild Earth community? She also remembered those of us who have never forgotten to sing to and with Earth. What might happen if we sing again into, being part of, the Earth Orchestra and Universal Opera? Indeed, what might happen….

And so it was that at dawn on Sunday 1st April, in the year 2018 wherever everyone was around the world from Pacific Island and New Zealand, over oceans and continents, remembering ancient ways offered to the creatures: kangaroos, elephants, butterflies, lizards, deer, lions, oaks, lilies, hummingbirds, bats, whales, sky, rivers, deserts, worms, coyotes, spiders, reeds, soil, all beings, our song was sung to let them know how much we loved to hear their song. Humans created a wave of song for Earth. They got that there is a deep and profound place for silence, but decided not to create a silent world. They chose to sing their note in a wave of global romancing to remember Earth…and to listen. Some folk also played other instruments like flutes, pipes and drums remembering that these sounds replicated the songs of lands. Some people sang together in the cities, towns, villages and wilder places; some, perhaps more and like the young woman of our story, sang with themselves to the land. They listened should there be a response that could come in wind whispers…in moonnightdreams…in unexpected places…in surprising ways like butterfly wings which in fluttering never really know quite fully the effect that they have. They gathered their experiences. They celebrated Earth with their offering of songs and music feeding Earth, beauty and Earth Community, they discovered more about themselves and the song of humanity in the Cosmic Composition.

And the rest, as they say, is history and Mystery, celebrated and remembered with deep gratitude by all of us future beings continuing to sing our part in the Cosmic song ~~~

If you want to be part of this history, see further details and information on

www.earthsongwave.com and on facebook Earthsongwave Dawn Chorus 2018.

God picks up the reed-flute world and blows.

Each note is a need coming through one of us,

a passion, a longing pain.

Remember the lips

where the wind-breath originated,

and let your note be clear.

Don't try to end it.

Be your note.

Rumi (13th Century)

Story - Wendy Robertson Fyfe

Collage - Doug Van Houten

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