I Am Not Alone: Finding Color in the Journey Toward Healing Music
- acoustichealingmus
- Aug 11
- 2 min read
Bringing professionally recorded healing music to hospital patients does not happen in isolation. It turns out, many people are on this path, moving in the same direction, drawn by the same quiet calling. I am not alone. And if you are doing similar work, neither are you.
For most of my adult life, I lived inside a box. You know the one. School. Work. Family. Responsibility. Retirement. Color inside the lines. Stay in the lines.
Then life happened. The box of crayons spilled.
And I found color.
Color is exploration. Color is creating. Color is discovering that there was always something more. I came to this realization later than most. But I can feel the celebration building. And what a celebration it is going to be.
Mother Teresa said it in a way I could not have written myself: "I am a little pencil in the hand of God, writing a love letter to the world."
Music is my pencil. The Spanish guitar I have held since I was twelve years old. The founding recording sessions at New Dawn Studios. The harp, the flute, and the cello of our founding musicians. All of us holding our version of that pencil, writing something for the patients in those hospital rooms.
What I did not expect was the community. Artists converging on the same belief. Healers who found their art. Musicians who turned toward service. People from all different paths arriving at the same quiet truth: that creativity, at its best, is a form of care.
Acoustic Healing is bringing that care to hospital patients through their own bedside television system. Professionally recorded healing music, delivered quietly into rooms where live music provision is not always possible. Healing music as part of the patient experience. That is the mission.
Right now, we are in the work. Cutting the wood. Carrying the water. Each recording, each step of post-production, each conversation with a hospital administrator brings it closer.
If you have met your pencil, pick it up. The world needs your love letter.
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