What is your favorite sound? I have several.
I love the sound of a real voice or instrument just coming through the air, without electronic enhancement of any kind — “acoustic” music. I feel sad that many people never hear music that doesn’t come through a speaker on the way to their ear. There’s a special magic in the quality of real sound.
I love the sound of onions and garlic sizzling in the sauté pan. I love the sound of crickets and locusts chirping and whirring on a summer night. I love the sound of children giggling as they play delightedly; or the sound of many people gathered for the sole purpose of having a good time. I love the sound of happiness.
I love the sound of the voices of those I love — my son and daughter, my partner, our cats’ diverse and moody whirrings, purrings, and meowings. These voices, in person or on the phone, always cheer me.
The sound I have come to really appreciate and enjoy is the sound of discovery. For example, the sound someone makes in the middle of a Feldenkrais class, when they stop to sense a familiar movement and notice how it has changed as a result of the lesson. Or the sound they make as they walk and sense themselves and feel something out of the ordinary. “Huh.” “Hmm.” The slight expulsion of air, a tiny bit of vocalization, that sound of recognition that something unexpected has just happened. It is the sound of blossoming curiosity, of the beginning of improvement, the sound of a more complete and capable self-image being born. I think that is my favorite sound.