I realized that there comes a time in every woman's life when she needs to be sung to by a man with a heartbreakingly handsome voice in a language she doesn't understand. The sound of the words should drip with the dreams of her youth and the melody should hint of the promise that comes with time.
In all the social media that you follow, how many messages do you see that are actually worth your time? For that matter, how much value is there in what you are posting? There are very different kinds of value that can be derived from all things social.
It is mind-boggling how Ximena gets so many sounds from her own body, but she does magnificently enchant by snapping her fingers, clapping her hands, pounding her chest, whistling, rolling her tongue just to name a few sound maneuvers.
While Facebook provides an environment of friendship, it also comes with social accountability. While Twitter provides you with followers you never knew or wanted, it also comes with increased independence to vent and relative anonymity as you explore another voice.
Embedded in your voice is your value, that which you are proud to stand and claim as your own, not as a position of ego, division and separation but as the singular and unique contribution you bring to serve yourself and others.
Over the years, I've seen the incredible benefits of placing awareness and positive attention on the vocal mechanism. What we mentally attend to -- even in the physical realm -- responds. Is the same not true for the rest of my body? For yours?
Looking back, some may have believed that Herman Cain was some index of the ultimate limits of post-race discourses. Yet, Herman Cain's candidacy has been shrouded in so much absurdity, that it's hard to see him as anything other than a performance artist.