A local discovers his voice at Omega
Singing is my personal dragon: a problem with inflamed resonance in my daily life. When I arrived at Omega, I was there, straight-up, in the role of seeker and supplicant. This was Omega, an institution in the direct line of descent of 20th-century psychology, especially the humanistic and integrative psychology of its second half. I fully expected that my traumas and histories would be invoked. I expected to tell my singing story, which is something I am good at and easy with – unlike, say, singing itself.