In front of a large stage at Sydney’s International Convention Centre, a woman is singing with her eyes closed. In a long satin mauve gown and a headdress with artificial flowers and twigs standing on end, she walks slowly down the aisle, bisecting rows of black plastic chairs. Her song is wordless, operatic and, in no small way, quite beautiful.
As she nears the end of the aisle, the singer turns right at one of the rows, stands behind a woman, raises her arm and floats a hand, palm down, above her head. There, she continues to sing. Both women, like most others in the audience, remain still and keep their eyes reverently closed. They are all here for the “Sound Healing Journey”.
