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ABOUT THIS SONG Just before my marriage fell off that forever track, I went back to teaching, thinking that would provide the consistency needed to stabilize our lives together. I knew I was done with teaching in my heart, but I decided to do what I must do to stay true to the spirit of our vows. It didn't work...only gave her more space to get clear that she was done. I ended up moving up to the Montessori School in Cambria, the town where I still live today. I became the schoolmaster who lived upstairs above the classroom. It was my transition place and though it was unique, kinda cool, doable...it sucked. I just could not get away from the teacher energy to do my healing from the ending that was in process. I made it through a year and settled in for a Summer with no kids...just my music and my continued inner work. I had stayed away from any kind of relationship that year, because I did not want to rebound and play out the issues I was just beginning to understand. So my radar was off and I did my best to not put any kind of flirtatious energy out...even though five of my 12 students in the school had single Mother households. Yes, the opportunities were there, but I buried myself in my work. That was until that day I went to the Food Co-op in San Luis Obispo, CA, 35 miles away from my classroom house in Cambria. I was behind her in line, with my buckwheat groats, tofu, organic this and that, long grain brown rice, miso, and a bottle of peach kefir. She started cashing out and turned to look at me. I think it was her bright red lipstick that caught my eye. Her dark curly hair had an energy about it as well. I was snagged...and wouldn't you know it, she was an artist, and...get this...she lived just around the corner in...yup...Cambria...I do not need to say much more. That year off became a blur as these two artists found their passion...it was healing...it was consuming...and it was cathartic...and it burned up just as fast as it started. She ended up giving me a parting gift, one of her paintings...of a white heron...it was moody and mysterious...just like she was. I was not ready to walk away, so I turned to my craft and wrote a song for her that I just knew would cause her to drop the thought of goodbye...and turn to me with renewed vigor...as they say. It's a great song. It uses her painting, and the shared passion, and celebrates her new found sense of self that had blossomed during our six months. I was sure it would do the trick. I recorded it quickly and took it over to do the rescue. When she made some comment about, "I would have liked something a little faster..." I knew this was a done deal. This song sat next to her painting in the garage for about three months before I was able to listen to it with a clearer heart, and realize that I had done a great job, given the subject. I just have not been one who writes love songs. For the longest time, every time I tried, the woman left soon thereafter...so you can understand my hesitancy. I leave those songs to Barry Manilow, Air Supply, Gary Pucket and the Union Gap, Marvin Gaye...I'll do the songs that deal with Celestial shifts and changes in humanity as it ushers in the New and Glorious Age of Aquarius...thank you. Life is so fun!...white bird on a golden field, oh how good this power feels, take me home...take me home...take me home |
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SONG LYRICS: TAKE ME HOME Bird of white upon the canvas Cradles in a sea of blue Peering through the misty waters Strong and tall upon the truth And the brush is gently Dancing in the air And it’s all about her loveAnd self repair And the little child sings Just above the head and shoulders Can you catch that shadow line? Just a taste of something larger Speaking from beyond the mind And she smiles in her warm light room At the choices she has made To build this womb And the little child sings I can feel the life in me Spiraling and cleansing me Waking up my destiny Clearing up my boundaries Pushing me beyond the edge Balancing my heart and head Hello world Farewell to the limitations Welcome in the new creations All the possibility Flowing through the heart of me White bird on a golden field Oh how good this power feels Take me home, take me home Look at how she stands so squarely Can you see the grace and poise? In the blue that swirls around her Centered in the Holy void Bird of white upon the canvas Cradles in a sea of blue Peering through the misty waters Strong and tall upon the truth And the brush is gently Dancing in the air And it’s all about her love And self repair And the little child sings Just above the head and shoulders Can you catch that shadow line? Just a taste of something larger Speaking from beyond the mind And she smiles in her warm light room At the choices she has made To build this womb And the little child sings I can feel the life in me Spiraling and cleansing me Waking up my destiny Clearing up my boundaries Pushing me beyond the edge Balancing my heart and head Hello world Farewell to the limitations Welcome in the new creations All the possibility Flowing through the heart of me White bird on a golden field Oh how good this power feels Take me home, take me home Look at how she stands so squarely Can you see the grace and poise? In the blue that swirls around her Centered in the Holy void ©1996.Music for Every Soul. All Rights Reserved. |
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