Since I was a child, I have audibly heard the humming of Earth. This is a real sound that emanates from Her soils, born of the stars, and can most readily be perceived by myself when out in Nature. It is a constant “drone-hum”, soothing and permeating, like the sound of a Mother’s voice as she hums to her nursing baby. This, in fact, is actually what She is and has been doing for us all, for as long as Humanity has resided on Earth. It is Her way of constantly nurturing us, feeding us, keeping us connected to Her sweet Breast.

At age 5, I would sit on my “jungle rock”, a large stone in the middle of a cul-de-sac, stirring the “soup” I would make daily for Earth.  This soup was made from Her gifts: rain water, leaves, mud, acorns-anything that suited my fancy (or Hers!) on that particular day. I used a stick to stir it all together, mirroring Her hum with my own. This was a sacred activity and place for myself to be, and at first, I shared it with no one because of the energy of what  would occur.

In my little child body, I would stir and hum to help my “Daddy be nicer”.  I was quite used to his ugly and mysterious displays of anger, and I did not like how he spoke of my Mother. They had divorced when I was 9 months old, but the heat of his anger and her apparent “helplessness” was something that I felt I had to take on. Great Mother Earth, always, was there  to soothe me, accepting my medicine act, and giving me Her own.

Eventually, other children found me there. My best friend in the neighborhood became a trusted “souper”, and we playfully made our very popular creations, for the other children on the cul-de-sac. At that point, I no longer continued the quiet medicine-soup activity, but let it be a childish play spot.

I want to give you a comparison of what the hum feels like, and the best one for a people whose culture is consumed with technology and machines is this: it is like when you put your hand on a clothes washing machine in spin cycle. Maybe the pleasing feeling of sitting on a clothes dryer, warm and tingly, is also a silly, but closer comparison. By no means a direct mirror to the sensation, this is the best I can do to give you a taste.

When I am in the woods, I am penetrated by the sound. Sometimes it is so strong that I need to sit, and bask in the washing of it. I am aware that I am made of this hum, which is why it is so deeply important that I sing it, breathe it, BE it, wherever I am. When I am complete in my “hum Infusion” of the moment, I caress anything under my fingertips or feet, giving an extra special song before I stand up to walk. The rest of my hike is filled with happy squirrels dancing within inches of me, Sunlight streaming down unto my skin, and the ever-present messages from the AIR, entering my consciousness. Quite often, deer will suddenly appear before I begin my own hum for the forest. Mother Earth adores this activity, and I bless and honor Her as mySelf insodoing.

There is no place that needs the hum more than in the cities. The concretized vibration of all cities does a good job of keeping human beings disconnected from Earth. Human beings are doing a good job of keeping themselves disconnected from Earth in all the entrapments of buildings, cars, highways, and belief systems. Hospitals, corporate buildings, busy streets, and especially schools are places where my hum gets very very very energized, and I recognize that where and when this occurs, the medicine is needed the strongest.

I both control and allow the Hum to move through me. I am a professional singer-songwriter, and I have the gift of weaving words into melody and melody into words. I know how to perform for people in a different sort of medicine way, using my songs with all of their pictures so as to enter into more conscious mind levels. There was an experience of a young man approaching me after I performed my song, “Red Clover Dreams”, on 9th Street in Columbia, Missouri that proved how powerful this all is.

I saw him sitting within 10  feet of my chair, looking very despondent and lost. He was in his early twenties, or so. After 3 or 4 songs, I decided to play “Red Clover Dreams”, which is a song I wrote while living in the Appalachian Mountains. It is lengthy in its 5 ? minutes, but exquisitely beautiful and I sing it with my Essence. This young man approached me when I was done, the Hum filling the concrete, and said, “I just want you to know that your song convinced me to not go home and shoot myself as I have been planning to do.” My eyes engulfed him with LoveLight, and I said, “You are welcome, Brother.” He walked away, and I never saw him again.

I adore singing, and it is the Hum, however, that I adore the most. It is the Hum that comes from the Heart most directly. It is the quiet Force that does indeed permeate us all, and that is annihilating war consciousness from the planet. I strengthen the Hum’s power every time I emanate it, and the daily human story gets more and more peaceful….deeper and higher is the PEACE.

Simple. Powerful beyond words. The Hum sounds as if it emanates from the soils, but it actually is a mixture of input from the Cosmos and Earth’s unique vibratory pattern. Your Heart contributes to the HUM. This society contributes to your forgetfulness and despondency.  Which do you choose now. How will you Hum into your life today? HUMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

From One who Loves You.