When I was trying to identify that which sought sound through my voice, the wise ones around whose fires I gather named it my vocation, my own vocatio waiting to be discerned. They took me into their circle and listened to me speak, turning the sounds over and over to hear better the notes and tones that issued forth from the living soul within me. In the end, my vocation turned out to be an unusual shape in the tradition I inhabit, yet that very tradition affirmed it wholeheartedly as a beautiful expression of God’s own voice seeking to be spoken through me.
I wonder what it is that the divine voice seeks to speak through the human voice that belongs to you and only you. Have you listened carefully to the breath that breathes within you? Or do you continue to wonder along with ol’ Studs, “what has happened to the human voice . . . vox humana?”