Birdsong especially blackbirds, reminding me of English gardens…choral music, Celtic music and song…laughter…the dogs playfighting…streetlife in our small town…Tibetan bells…
My best friend and I broke up yesterday. It was kinda hard, he is still my friend but no longer someone I will tell everything to. What helped me feel better was going out and talking to friends and stuff and also listening to a lot of music.
Church bells. My serenity bell.
Birds chirping, squawking, singing.
The wind rustling thru the trees.
Rain on my window.
Laughter.
Children playing laughing, squealing.
Classical music, Jerry Garcia.
My new indoor fountain* and the chirping birds on the many bird videos I stream from youtube to my tv – both are for my new dear ragdoll cat Rudi and are also a great gift for me. My cat has a damaged bladder and needs to drink a lot, and we both enjoy the new indoor fountain I bought, to supplement his drinking fountain and water dishes. 🙂*”Indoor 3-Tier Relaxation Tabletop Fountain” but it’s on the carpet 🙂
I agree with all of these but would add the sounds of someone telling you good health news or there is something to try to deal with or solve the problem, at least for a while. Also, in my reply to eeevvv I said the sounds of love. That could be another question – what are the sounds of love? Maybe the answer is the same.
My first reaction was music and that has been true since I was a pre-schooler. Music can lift my spirit when nothing else works and throughout my life, it has been the major way I have lifted up others, singing in choirs, community theatre, rest homes and hospitals, saloons and sanctuaries! A close second is the laughter of a small child.
Rabbit, I was a vocalist. Mostly solo work and major roles in community theatre such as Maria in “The Sound of Music” and Bloody Mary in “South Pacific.” But I also was privileged to travel with a group that was sponsored by the City of New Orleans. We performed in rest homes, assisted living facilities and mental hospitals. Music is definitely a universal language and I can’t tell you how many times as I walked among the patients or residents of these facilities, it brought both smiles and tears to their eyes, releasing emotions that needed expression for both them and me. Medical issues make performing no longer possible but I still turn to music to lift my spirit when nothing else can do so. In-spirit-ration! Thanks for asking about my journey.
That is so interesting Carol. Thank you for your singing and posting about it. Wish I could hear you. I love South Pacific and have seen it several times in live theater. When I am distressed or need a lift, I put on the sound track.
Thank you for what you did for the shut-ins. I volunteered at a facility so I not what it means to them. Once I went to visit someone with pretty bad dementia but wow, she could she sing the songs from her youth. She knew every verse. Music is a blessing. When I did the Stop, Look, Go class on this site, I was just awed by Yo-yo Ma. Did you see the link that I posted to it some time back?
Pachelbel’s Canon in D.
Vivaldi’s Four Seasons.
Copland’s Fanfare for the Common Man.
Rain on the roof.
Waves on the shore.
A creek chuckling over stones.
Wind in the upper branches like the ocean, while down on the path it stays still (a frequent occurrence in a big forested park I walk in).
The deep, sonorous wind chimes outside our front door that are a memory of a return to our honeymoon spot in Cannon Beach, OR.
And I really should say “all sounds, if I remember to be grateful that I have good hearing.” My husband has had tinnitus for many years and is losing his hearing in one ear. I can hear birds that he can’t.
My husband has very poor hearing too. He is good about wearing his hearing aids but they don’t solve the problems. I am grateful for what help they give though. Lots of people I hear about won’t even address the problem or wear the hearing aids that they have.
music, chants, bells, wind in the leaves, voices of friends, my own voice, birds, animals, waves, thunder, a cappella, harmony, singing in general, a blizzard, stores , stories, poetry read aloud,
This is an interesting one. I love my husband’s morning voice, it’s gravely and warm. I do daily mantras. Sometimes, I’ll play my teacher chanting them. It resonates in my heart. I play a recording of brown noise and it drowns any distractions during meditation. I love my daughter’s voice. Especially when she calls me, “mum mum”. I love my big snowshoe cat’s bossy mews to give him his breakfast.
Silence at times or the sounds of nature such as the sound of the wind rustling leaves, waves crashing on a shore, rain falling or birds twittering..especially cardinals.
Classical music, especially Baroque, rarely fails to soothe me. The rhythm of waves breaking on an ocean shore inspires awe. I love to hear birdsong. The sound of my children’s voices both comforts and thrills me.
Waves crashing on the beach, birdsong at the break of dawn, sitting in a drum circle, music in general, laughter, my little BC meowing at me, and sometimes just the sound of silence.
The various sounds of water. A gentle wind through the aspen and cottonwood trees.. The breeze whistling softly through a wire fence when checking and fixing it. Children laughing. All the many sounds of nature on earth.
I’m taking a break from a tedious chore, and longing for the sound of a well-running dishwasher. I just cleaned all the filters and sucked up a lot of water. Now it’s the pump’s turn, but I have no idea what to do. I miss my husband anyway, but now completely. At this moment, take a break and think. When it s working again, I feel nourished by myself.😊
Any sounds connected to the ocean nourish something deep within me. Waves crashing ashore, seagulls squawking and soaring above at dawn, the moan of a distant foghorn, all speak to me. On mornings when we row, I enjoy arriving early to set up the boat and when finished, before my other five teammates arrive, I sit quietly, listening and feeling the water gently tapping the sides of the boat. Soon, distant voices break the morning silence, slowly getting louder as my teammates make their way along the long pier and down into our boat. Casting off, all are quiet as the coxswain says, “Ready all? Pull together,” and we are off.
The birds at the first daylight. There are days I struggle to get up due to my depression but the sound of the birds I hear from my window (I live in a countryside) helps me to understand that here we go again, a new day with new opportunities.
When it doesn’t help, it’s the call of a friend, who knows I need some motivation to get up, so he drives to my house and takes me where I have to go. Or simply he takes me to have breakfast, so I have to get up anyway.
So the answer is: the sounds of nature and some kind and loving words.
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Birdsong especially blackbirds, reminding me of English gardens…choral music, Celtic music and song…laughter…the dogs playfighting…streetlife in our small town…Tibetan bells…
Water fountain sounds on Alexa.
My heartbeat and the sound of waves when the meet at shore in a silent environment(mostly at sunrise and night)
My best friend and I broke up yesterday. It was kinda hard, he is still my friend but no longer someone I will tell everything to. What helped me feel better was going out and talking to friends and stuff and also listening to a lot of music.
Hummingbird hovering
Wind chimes, the lapping of the water on the shore at the lake, the purring of a cat.
The sound of the ocean, kids laughing, birds singing, music of almost all kinds ( not death metal) . 🙂
More and more, it’s the sound of quiet. A light breeze rustling the leaves. The soft murmur of flying insects. The songs and calls of birds.
Church bells. My serenity bell.
Birds chirping, squawking, singing.
The wind rustling thru the trees.
Rain on my window.
Laughter.
Children playing laughing, squealing.
Classical music, Jerry Garcia.
Mr. Garcia certainly made a lot of good sound!
The voices of certain people who bring me joy or solace.
My new indoor fountain* and the chirping birds on the many bird videos I stream from youtube to my tv – both are for my new dear ragdoll cat Rudi and are also a great gift for me. My cat has a damaged bladder and needs to drink a lot, and we both enjoy the new indoor fountain I bought, to supplement his drinking fountain and water dishes. 🙂*”Indoor 3-Tier Relaxation Tabletop Fountain” but it’s on the carpet 🙂
Wind blowing through trees, silence along a path, the ocean waves crashing in on the shore …
I agree with all of these but would add the sounds of someone telling you good health news or there is something to try to deal with or solve the problem, at least for a while. Also, in my reply to eeevvv I said the sounds of love. That could be another question – what are the sounds of love? Maybe the answer is the same.
My first reaction was music and that has been true since I was a pre-schooler. Music can lift my spirit when nothing else works and throughout my life, it has been the major way I have lifted up others, singing in choirs, community theatre, rest homes and hospitals, saloons and sanctuaries! A close second is the laughter of a small child.
Carol, do you sing or play and instrument?
Rabbit, I was a vocalist. Mostly solo work and major roles in community theatre such as Maria in “The Sound of Music” and Bloody Mary in “South Pacific.” But I also was privileged to travel with a group that was sponsored by the City of New Orleans. We performed in rest homes, assisted living facilities and mental hospitals. Music is definitely a universal language and I can’t tell you how many times as I walked among the patients or residents of these facilities, it brought both smiles and tears to their eyes, releasing emotions that needed expression for both them and me. Medical issues make performing no longer possible but I still turn to music to lift my spirit when nothing else can do so. In-spirit-ration! Thanks for asking about my journey.
That is so interesting Carol. Thank you for your singing and posting about it. Wish I could hear you. I love South Pacific and have seen it several times in live theater. When I am distressed or need a lift, I put on the sound track.
Thank you for what you did for the shut-ins. I volunteered at a facility so I not what it means to them. Once I went to visit someone with pretty bad dementia but wow, she could she sing the songs from her youth. She knew every verse. Music is a blessing. When I did the Stop, Look, Go class on this site, I was just awed by Yo-yo Ma. Did you see the link that I posted to it some time back?
Have a good day and take good care of yourself.
Nature sounds, also music. I love celtic music, the instruments, vocal and story telling and poems
I like the celtic wisdom too. That would make a interest link for this site.
Pachelbel’s Canon in D.
Vivaldi’s Four Seasons.
Copland’s Fanfare for the Common Man.
Rain on the roof.
Waves on the shore.
A creek chuckling over stones.
Wind in the upper branches like the ocean, while down on the path it stays still (a frequent occurrence in a big forested park I walk in).
The deep, sonorous wind chimes outside our front door that are a memory of a return to our honeymoon spot in Cannon Beach, OR.
Ah yes, rain on the roof. ❤️
And I really should say “all sounds, if I remember to be grateful that I have good hearing.” My husband has had tinnitus for many years and is losing his hearing in one ear. I can hear birds that he can’t.
My husband has very poor hearing too. He is good about wearing his hearing aids but they don’t solve the problems. I am grateful for what help they give though. Lots of people I hear about won’t even address the problem or wear the hearing aids that they have.
music, chants, bells, wind in the leaves, voices of friends, my own voice, birds, animals, waves, thunder, a cappella, harmony, singing in general, a blizzard, stores , stories, poetry read aloud,
This is an interesting one. I love my husband’s morning voice, it’s gravely and warm. I do daily mantras. Sometimes, I’ll play my teacher chanting them. It resonates in my heart. I play a recording of brown noise and it drowns any distractions during meditation. I love my daughter’s voice. Especially when she calls me, “mum mum”. I love my big snowshoe cat’s bossy mews to give him his breakfast.
Brown noise! I love it ❤️
The sound of birds chirping, waves on the beach, laughter,fire crackling, lots of different music, coffee pirkulatimg,my kids singing in the shower ❤️
Silence at times or the sounds of nature such as the sound of the wind rustling leaves, waves crashing on a shore, rain falling or birds twittering..especially cardinals.
Children laughing.
Birds singing
The sound of my grown-up children’s voices when they phone me.
😊
Classical music, especially Baroque, rarely fails to soothe me. The rhythm of waves breaking on an ocean shore inspires awe. I love to hear birdsong. The sound of my children’s voices both comforts and thrills me.
Waves crashing on the beach, birdsong at the break of dawn, sitting in a drum circle, music in general, laughter, my little BC meowing at me, and sometimes just the sound of silence.
Nature
Preparing/cooking food
My kids voices/laughter
My cat’s meow and purring
Sound of tractor from haunted Halloween hayride
The various sounds of water. A gentle wind through the aspen and cottonwood trees.. The breeze whistling softly through a wire fence when checking and fixing it. Children laughing. All the many sounds of nature on earth.
The ocean on my beach brings tranquility and peace to my heart and soul….that’s all I need
I’m taking a break from a tedious chore, and longing for the sound of a well-running dishwasher. I just cleaned all the filters and sucked up a lot of water. Now it’s the pump’s turn, but I have no idea what to do. I miss my husband anyway, but now completely. At this moment, take a break and think. When it s working again, I feel nourished by myself.😊
Any sounds connected to the ocean nourish something deep within me. Waves crashing ashore, seagulls squawking and soaring above at dawn, the moan of a distant foghorn, all speak to me. On mornings when we row, I enjoy arriving early to set up the boat and when finished, before my other five teammates arrive, I sit quietly, listening and feeling the water gently tapping the sides of the boat. Soon, distant voices break the morning silence, slowly getting louder as my teammates make their way along the long pier and down into our boat. Casting off, all are quiet as the coxswain says, “Ready all? Pull together,” and we are off.
The birds at the first daylight. There are days I struggle to get up due to my depression but the sound of the birds I hear from my window (I live in a countryside) helps me to understand that here we go again, a new day with new opportunities.
When it doesn’t help, it’s the call of a friend, who knows I need some motivation to get up, so he drives to my house and takes me where I have to go. Or simply he takes me to have breakfast, so I have to get up anyway.
So the answer is: the sounds of nature and some kind and loving words.
I like that – the sounds of love. What could be better. Just think how many of these other sounds mentioned come from love.