“Uncover the Mysteries of Nature: A Journey through Lynne Golodner’s ‘Forest Walk on a Friday'”
Many years later, when I gave myself the gift of voice lessons, my Julliard-trained opera-singer teacher had me practice the scales, accompanying me on the piano. As her fingers moved higher and higher across the keys, they suddenly froze. “We’ve found a treasure in the attic,” she said. It was then, at 40, that I had finally found my voice.
“Finding your voice.” A complicated three-word phrase that means different things to different people, but we all know how it feels once we find it. Sometimes our voice appears suddenly—in an epiphany or a high note. Most often, though, voice is a gradual discovery, made by walking windy paths filled with detours, over many years.
