{"id":12451,"date":"2017-10-17t12:00:00","date_gmt":"2017-10-17t12:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dpetrov.2create.studio\/planet\/wordpress\/songs-of-the-amazon-a-lesson-in-coexistence\/"},"modified":"2023-02-28t18:35:56","modified_gmt":"2023-02-28t18:35:56","slug":"sounds-of-the-amazon-a-lesson-in-coexistence-0","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"\/\/www.getitdoneaz.com\/story\/sounds-of-the-amazon-a-lesson-in-coexistence-0\/","title":{"rendered":"songs of the amazon: a lesson in coexistence"},"content":{"rendered":"
beyond fearful gasps upon an eight-legged discovery, beyond short, exhaustive breaths at the height of a 30m canopy, floats the featherlike voices of creatures hidden beneath a sea of green and orange signaling the rise of morning. melodious voices swim through ears, softer than the sounds of the wind. rhythmic pulsations thump the chorus into the sun creeping over the horizon and above the city and the trees to bid these drowsy travelers good morning \u2013 though the clouds shroud its eager rays. the amazon\u2019s vibrant musical begins again on this day as a blissful hymn. its cast is in attendance; its audience anxiously awaits the vast sonic palette of the rainforest.<\/p>\n
the sounds of the city drifted to a hum as the shifting trucks rattled through cracks in the road forcing the riders to jig in their seats. the sun\u2019s heavy rays rolled along weary backs popping like a snare. at mid-day, the heat tames the forest, the tempo is slow and muddled. sounds meandered from trunk to trunk, where shaded hollows shield sleeping wildlife. after noon, there was an intermission. the sun-beaten visitors circled in chatter, reflecting on the superb acts of the morning. <\/p>\n
as night rolled in and the clamor and clang of dinner dishes ceased, all visitors retired to their hammocks. there they wrapped themselves in fabrics coated in scents of home. they closed their eyes to reveal lids painted with the stars of a serene night sky. the unseen, skillful singer hummed to them good night lullabies. and though the sleep could only be described as complete peace, they often stirred to the low, gurgling growls of monkeys deep in the darkness offset by sweet chirps swimming from birds\u2019 breasts flickering in the forest foliage.<\/p>\n
at dawn, buzzing cicadas bounced vibrations from tree to tree ushering in the audience and introducing the first round: wisps, whips, and whistles whirling across treetops, whispering to the crowd below. the meter quickly was uncovered by restless flies for their masterful demonstration. waving trees, free-falling leaves, and the decomposing matter on the forest floor, too, displayed a capability to dance about the scenery with expert sonic capacity; truly, they proved to be the liveliest of the bunch. spotted skipping above the shading, petite primates conducted the vegetation in 4\/4. the morning composition was soon to reach its climax \u2013 but, for that the musicians needed silence, not excitement. experienced artists know how to make a scene whole: sometimes one must step aside. the wind, she was delicate, shy, and moved with secrecy; so, with swift elegance she navigated her way. upon her arrival, the act reached its pinnacle. as she departed, it dissipated into the rain.<\/p>\n
the evening was the act of the duets \u2013 all solo specialists retired for the day following the imposing performance at noon. all voices, all vibrations, paired. each body dedicated itself to magnifying the other. this wasn\u2019t simply harmonizing, but magnetizing, drawing together both players and drawing the ears of all listeners. the result was nothing less than the creation of a single essence; a buzz to a chirp, a ring to a thump, a rustle to a breeze.<\/p>\n
in the amazon no sound fights for dominance, and no sounds fight for a place. all cast members of the musical give room for the next one in. by relinquishing control over the external world, one gains complete control of their self and their sound.<\/p>\n
the amazon conducts the sounds of biodiversity with great mastery. hierarchy is its great baton; there cannot be balance without it. some shall sing fortissimo one moment while others sing pianissimo, and their positions can switch fluidly with the measure. the spotlight is wide and bright. the symphony would not progress so seemingly effortlessly if not for this understanding. birds in the canopy sing with excellency, yet they cannot thump in the tree trunks below. <\/p>\n
however, the ear of the performer is not the same ear possessed by the listener. the audience has not studied the nuances of tone and volume made second nature for the musicians and conductor after years of sitting in the fire learning from life.<\/p>\n