COLORS OF US- Imagine Magazine 2020

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Proud to be a contributer for the imagine Magazine 2020- COLORS OF US, completing the writeup for early childhood music therapy in Canada! ;)

"imagine 2020 is one of the most comprehensive interactive publication of early childhood music therapy around the world. Take your clinical practice to the next level and explore a wealth of information about cultural responsiveness, diverse language learners, trauma-informed care for displaced children, and 41 country reports. Learn from 80+ of the world’s best early childhood music therapists."

Music Therapy colleagues- download your copy here: http://books.apple.com/us/book/id1521528038 

(go to your country version)

Music Therapists Virtual Choir

116 Music Therapists all over the world come together and share their healing musical message "You are not alone", a musical adaptation of "You Will Be Found" from Dear Evan Hansen. We as Music therapists use the power of music daily to connect, heal and transform lives and relationships and wanted to share our healing musical gifts with you. We are in the midst of very challenging times in our world and many are experiencing depression, confusion, frustration, anxiety, fear, loneliness and so much more. This message is for you! Esther & Nate had the priviledge of participating. See if you can find them!

Special Connection

On a Sunday, a little miracle occured that brought our practice alight...
(as told by one of our music therapists, Luke Lee Burton)

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"I broke my clavicle a couple of weeks ago going over the handlebars of my mountain bike. When I have a lot of physical pain I feel the physical pain, but almost more prominent than that is sort of a psycho-emotional disorientation. I went into work for the first time last Wednesday, which was two weeks after my accident. When I pulled up after the forty minute commute, I realized that I had forgotten my key. I always keep my key in my backpack, but because of my broken clavicle, I decided to bring my things in a handheld bag instead. Luckily the person at the front desk had a master key and they were able to let me into the studio. I put a reminder on my phone and my iPad saying “key” for Sunday morning which would be the next time I would be going in.

Sunday morning all my reminders went off and I arrived at the centre with my key. I had my first session and the pain was getting quite strong by the time the session ended. The client left and I went out of the studio to use the bathroom and realized I’d left my key inside and locked myself out. This was Sunday so there was nobody working at the front desk. There was one other car in the parking lot, so I went upstairs, looked around and finally found an office that had a person in it. I told him what happened and asked if I could try his key. He said he didn’t think it would open any other door and I agreed because I had once been on the opposite side of that situation and my key didn’t work to let the person into their space. Anyway, he came down with me and sure enough, to both of our surprise, it opened up. I was relieved and it gave me time to set up for the next session.

The next client was a six-year-old boy with autism coming in for his first session, accompanied by his mom. He was immediately drawn to the foam alphabet letters. He pulled them off the shelf, stuck the top letters, A, B, and C together. His mom and I acknowledged that that was neat and she explained that he loves the alphabet. We then encouraged him to transition into something else and I don’t even think he looked up, he was so focused on rummaging around the letters. He started pulling letters out from inside their borders, and the whole thing seemed pretty chaotic. He then cleared a little spot on the floor and much to our surprise, arranged the letters to spell KEY...

He hadn’t said anything to me, hadn’t really even looked at me. His mom said, “wow, it often surprises us what he comes up with." The client did not know anything about the misplaced keys, or my travails that morning."

(written by Luke Lee Burton)