About Sunday

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Soulsonging is the art of becoming through your voice.

Sunday Muse is a singer, composer and visionary who creates soundtracks which evoke soulful inspiration and depth of presence. Regarded for her original music, improvisational skills, writing, dance, theater, and comedy, she has a lexicon of creative modalities to draw upon for inspiration. Her original work emerges from the grist and grace of her journey, beckoning the listener to intimately explore their own dynamic inner world.
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I Come From…

I come from love and hippy flowers –
I come from vegan splendidness and juicy carrots in the morning –
I come from Motown record shops and sweet smelling black mans hair –
I come from Boogey town Vistro –
I come from wholesome fields of dandelions –
I come from years of abuse and misunderstandings.
I come from lopsided parents – trying to get straight again –
I come from BLUES both figuratively and seriously,
I come from shady dark corners on a dim lit street – tucked in a ball wearing wet pants sitting on cement,
I come from turtles in the ocean trying to make their way through tidal waves,
I come from ANCIENT WISDOM of turtle knowing –
I come from SLOWLY built pieces anchoring my feet in the ground
I come from joy and giggles,
I come from the world of make believe,
I come from the joy of make believe,
I come from Nature’s call – to Nature’s last call,
I come from humility and artistry,
I come from the painting itself

I Come From…

I come from love and hippy flowers –
I come from vegan splendidness and juicy carrots in the morning –
I come from Motown record shops and sweet smelling black mans hair –
I come from Boogey town Vistro –
I come from wholesome fields of dandelions –
I come from years of abuse and misunderstandings.
I come from lopsided parents – trying to get straight again –
I come from BLUES both figuratively and seriously,
I come from shady dark corners on a dim lit street – tucked in a ball wearing wet pants sitting on cement,
I come from turtles in the ocean trying to make their way through tidal waves,
I come from ANCIENT WISDOM of turtle knowing –
I come from SLOWLY built pieces anchoring my feet in the ground
I come from joy and giggles,
I come from the world of make believe,
I come from the joy of make believe,
I come from Nature’s call – to Nature’s last call,
I come from humility and artistry,
I come from the painting itself

Featured Training

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  • Dreamwork with Marion Woodman
  • Qoya Dance
  • Kripalu Yoga Certification
  • Singing – Fides Krucker
  • Royal Conservatory of Music
  • Improvisation – Second City, Kate Ashby, Keith Johnstone
  • Clown NYC – Aitor Basauri
  • Life Coaching Certification by CCF
  • Graduate of The National Theatre School of Canada
  • Creative Dreamwork with Kim Gillingham
  • Conscious Movement with Frank Bach
  • Diamond Approach Teachings
  • Psychosynthesis Technique with Thomas Yeomans, Catherine Comuzzi
  • Shambhala Meditation at Gampo Abbey
  • The Spiritual Dimension of the Enneagram with Sandra Maitri and Russ Hudson

Background

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As an award-winning voice actress, Sunday Muse has been featured on hit television shows, movies, radio jingles, and nationwide events. Some noteworthy appearances include:

ABC, FOX, PBS, ADULT SWIM, The Holi Yoga Festival in LA, Toronto Film Festival, National Arts Centre, DuMaurier Centre Toronto, Tarragon Theatre, Second City Toronto, and Yuk Yuk’s.

An inspiring mystic, singer, speaker, voice actor, and storyteller, as well as a coach, Sunday Muse has dedicated herself to helping others come out of vocal hiding and into their full expression and embodiment. Her unique approach to teaching voice including her original Muse Method™ have been sought after by celebrity tv hosts, Apple CEOs, Emmy award winning producers of popular Jim Henson shows, as well as utilized for various healing and therapeutic purposes. She has taught and coached voice and movement classes across North America, at NYU, Mallorca Holistic Retreat, National Theatre School, Covenant House for street youth, JCC NYC and Children’s Theater Company. Her movement and voice workshops have been featured in the Huffington Post.

Influences

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Improvisation in every art form. Peter Gabriel’s theatrical concerts a la 1995. Kate Bush singing in my living room. Marion Woodman’s words and scratchy voice. Stevie Wonder’s everything. Richard Pryor. Tanya Dekak. When truth becomes comedy. Camille Claudel’s sculptures. Gaugin. Judy Garland’s rainbow. Matisse. Dance – freestyle, tap, ballet, jazz. Lily Tomlin. My Mother’s sense of humour. My Father’s bongos. Toumani Diabate’s Kora music. Tibetan monks. The Tibetan Book of the Dead narrated by Leonard Cohen. Diamond Approach inquiry. Robert LePage. Sue Monk Kidd. Erin Brokovich. Trees. Silence. Traveling alone. Hiking. Italy. Yellow parakeets. The calm to my nervous system after a belly massage. 1980’s aerobics wear. John Lennon. The Night Before Christmas and large bushy Christmas trees. The Getty. The scent of the forest after it rains. Erewhon grocery store. Snow White. My dreams. People living simple lives in nature. Charlize Theron’s range. Tanglewood. Killarney Provincial Park. Sunlight flickering on a wall. Whirling dervishes. Threes Company. Annie’s songs from the Broadway musical. The harrowing lives of all characters in Les Mis.

Recent Works

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Sunday is currently creating and composing a series of song collaborations with Juno award winning and world renowned Kora player Zal Sissokho, www.zalsissokho.ca. She has also paired with Jeff Bird: composer, producer, film maker, and international performance artist recently inducted to the Canadian Hall of Fame for his work with the Cowboy Junkies, jeffbird.com. Together, they are currently weaving sonic landscapes for a variety of performances featuring Sunday Muse.

Spanning genres and platforms, Sunday enjoys collaborating with hip hop artist Junia T, jazz artist Gary Diggins, and TV networks to create original songs, meditative soundscapes, and slam poetry.

The Story of my Voice

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When I first got the message, I threw my hands up in the air with a resounding roar. First of all, I’m not the kind of person to “get” messages or spiritual guidance in this kind of way. Secondly, it was so obscure, what could it even mean? And yet, the voice insisted, “sing the land and bring it to the people.” But you have to understand, after what I’d been through, I needed something better than this.

Growing up, it was clear that I had a talent for singing and acting but would sometimes freeze on stage, completely overcome by self-consciousness. So as life went on, I adapted by mastering the art of impersonation- I was able to easily imitate anyone else’s singing voice other than my own. And I built a very successful career inside of my own hiding.

Inevitably, this house of cards collapsed when an unexpected wind blew through my life, taking my home and leaving me uprooted. I was wired for perpetual transience, though, having been raised by wandering hippies who provided anything but stability. For a time, my mother and I lived in hiding from my father. That’s when I first learned creative ways of cloaking myself.

Throughout my early years, I learned what it meant to have a voice but to augment it for survival. And I learned, repeatedly, what it meant to be homeless and therefore to make a home inside of impermanence. When my housing and career were suddenly jolted 6yrs ago, I wasn’t prepared for the illness and coinciding pain that followed.

And for several years, the only thing that brought me out of bed was to cry out, to sing out, to lament, to scream, to call, whatever it was– it had to come out. And so I let it out, I let myself let that messy stuff out. Slowly, I started to attune to the sound of suffering held in my own organs and I allowed what was buried to surface and emerge through sound. My voice was forming itself out of my own pain, and I was creating a whole new space for my honest and full expression. And I did that day in and day out as a morning practice. And this is how I was surviving.

Eventually, while attending a Sufi gathering, I was invited to sing, and what came forth, finally, was my own voice. Resurrected in its beauty and now its grit, alike, my voice was opening before others in a natural, integrated way. There was no performing and there was no hiding, there was only sound, and body, and soul. So I started to improvise with them regularly and found a new sense of belonging within my artistry and a community as well; a belonging which included and honored my reclaimed wholeness. It was like I was whirling and my song could just fly out however it wanted; nobody was controlling it.

The liberating process which saved my life was refining itself into a healing method and a new way of artistry. I now call it SoulSonging and it is rooted in reclaiming connection, curiosity, creativity and courage. Self inquiry has become my guiding force. Staying with the somatic experience of what’s occurring within and around me has been an instrumental part of my evolution as a person and as a musician. Now, when I sing, I don’t limit myself to one style of music.

It took me many years to finally appreciate the message I first received and learn how to decipher its wisdom. It took me time to truly understand that “singing the land” was actually leading me to land inside of my own body and learn how to sing from my inner world. And to find a way of including myself as an integral part of the land and our world. It took me a very long and slow process of incubation to then truly understand how to bring this practice and this form of art “to the people.”

These days, although the door is wide open for me in the entertainment industry, I have chosen to focus on a more intimate, revelatory way of creating that has nothing to do with performance and everything to do with discovery. I love exploring the generative spark of improvisational music and creating landscapes of the heart.

All I know is that I must sing.”