Songs of Remembering #2: The Power of Voice

Words are more than a sound — they are a force of quiet creation

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Shame Leaves My Lips (The Chant of Shame)

Shame leaves my lips. It summons its chants, slowly runs dry of its rants. It moves out from my boombox, my holy shrine. it spills out from my hips, my sacred wild. Shame leaves my lips.

OO-OOH WAAH MOOHR SHOO-OOH

Shame leaves my lips.

I know I’ve said it many times, but I have to say it again – don’t take the power of your voice lightly.

Sounding out is more than speaking.

It is moving what has held inside. It is giving form to what was shapeless. It is a quiet kind of magic.

Change comes gently, when we notice what no longer serves, and offer our attention to what does.

Words create worlds. And not only words – our feeling carry the same weight. They ripple through us. They shift us, cell by cell.

You are a kind of alchemist. Your body is an instrument, a tuning fork, capable of transforming everything it holds.

Use it gently. Use it fully.

Let your words mean something. Let them heal, let them release, let them make space for what is ready to grow.

There is no need to rush. No need to shape or polish. Simply speak. Simply sound. Simply be.

Think of your words as small sparks. Little pulse of energy. Quiet incantations for life.

Each time you speak, you can offer a blessing. A gentle truth. A small light.

Speak with courage, yes, but also with kindness.

Confront what no longer serve you, not with force, but with love.

Remember your voice. Hold it gently. Let it move.

Sound out – sing – or chant.

Let your words build spaces where you feel safe, where you spirit can breathe, where you heart can remember its own rhythm.

Let them ease what is heavy. Let them untangle what has been held too long.

Root softly into your strength. Root softly into your truth. Root softly into your voice. Into your song.

And if you feel ready, let your sound reach beyond you, touching the parts of others that have never been heard.

Shame Leave My Lips is one of those sounds – a whisper, a call, an invitation to let words heal, to let them move, to let them transform.

Your voice carries this medicine too. Quiet. Alive. Tender.

And the best part: 𝒾𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈.