Archive | March, 2010

My first song

22 Mar

The following is a song that billy and I wrote together while we were in Brazil, at the Casa de Dom Inacio in Abadiania, the middle of Brazil.

I was going through a period of … self loathing sounds overly dramatic, yet are the words I chose at the time to express my state of heart and mind. Essentially, the energies and entities of the Casa were shining a light on all my gunk, those grimy shadows we like to keep a lid on. I wasn’t seeing a light at the end of the tunnel.

Ever gracious, the universe conspired to send a guitar into our lives (thanks Henry) and I was up and writing my poetry again to the sounds of billy strumming. Within hours, I wrote a poem called “I’ll be yours” and billy put it to song.

For the first time I could *hear* the song before it was composed and asked billy if he’d allow me to sculpt it. I’m always fond of collaborative efforts, but usually there’s a fine line between “my stuff” (lyrics) and “his stuff” (singing). The art of sculpting billy’s song-writing independence and free-form flow can be said to have added a new dimension to our relationship 🙂

So recently a friend of ours offered to record us using his low-fi analogue recording equipment. Ever smiling and gracious, Peter sat with us on our first ever joint recording. It’s very exciting to see something tangible happen to all the poems I’ve been writing. YAY.

So here is that offering:

I’ll be yours by satsinging

And there’s more to come… we just need a favourable wind to blow.


what happens when I have a writer’s block in India

4 Mar

drawings of gurus from my time in India

These are some drawing I did in India and just after. For some reason I lost the ability to self reflect while there, and so turned my attention to that which was more immediate to my senses… drawing.

I’ve never drawn before, so felt the only way I could bring a face through was to throw lots of bright colours on to the light and lots of heavy dark colours on to the shadows.

The whole process was very immediate and kept me wholey present; unlike my writing which is reflective and often comes with a ‘story’.

These drawings are now sitting in the “Yurt” construct in our dinning room (at the Sanctuary). I meditate there and also grow basil. A very light spot in the house. Yum.

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