Far removed from his hometown of Cambridge, England, poet-priest Malcolm Guite performs his sonnet “The Singing Bowl” in the Box Canyon at Laity Lodge. Miles beyond cell phone service and paved roads, in the stillness of the Texas Hill Country, he calls listeners to become like the Tibetan singing bowl, an inverted bell that reverberates into sound when a beater (or finger) is run around its rim. The bell is empty and silent until acted upon by someone. But then it produces a beautiful, harmonic sound. “Become an open singing bowl,” Guite invites us. Quiet yourself as the canyon is quiet. Hear your breath. Listen to the blood moving within. “And when the heart is full of quietness, / Begin the song exactly where you are.”
Far removed from his hometown of Cambridge, England, poet-priest Malcolm Guite performs his sonnet “The Singing Bowl” in the Box Canyon at Laity Lodge. Miles beyond cell phone service and paved roads, in the stillness of the Texas Hill Country, he calls listeners to become like the Tibetan singing bowl, an inverted bell that reverberates into sound when a beater (or finger) is run around its rim. The bell is empty and silent until acted upon by someone. But then it produces a beautiful, harmonic sound. “Become an open singing bowl,” Guite invites us. Quiet yourself as the canyon is quiet. Hear your breath. Listen to the blood moving within. “And when the heart is full of quietness, / Begin the song exactly where you are.”