YUM!!!!!

[Guest guest]

YUM!!!!!

(wheeeeeee.........!)

Love, Mark

ps Hey Harsha, tell her about the audio stuff

so we can hear it. If it sounds as wonderful as it reads, can you put it

on the magazine site as an audio file?

 

 

Hello everyone. I mentioned wanting to share this song in my response to

White Wolf's post and because of Sea's experiences. As I mentioned, I wish

I

could sing it because then you would have the melody also and that is the

way

I most prefer to share the music. In part like Mark Valentine's experiences

with White Wolf, my songs nearly always seem to just come to me, almost

of

whole cloth, the words and melody tumbling out of my mouth into the air

where

I can hear them and out of my fingers onto the guitar. They always fit

together. In the past, if I did not get an entire song at one time, I would

be stuck. Now as I have gotten older and accepted that I do play a role

in

this process, I have become able to complete those that didn't/don't seem

finished. (Often this seeming to be not finished is based on an aesthetic

evaluation, after the fact. The song may really be complete and finished

as

an experience/metaphor, but the container ~ the arrangement of the lyrics

and

chorus and musi ~ may not feel done.) Now after all that qualifying...after

a

lifetime in Washington, DC, (where one of my favorite things was to steal

off

to the eastern shore of the Atlantic Ocean), and a year in the mountains,

I

came to be, still among the mountains, to be living by a river. Ironically

(or not, I am almost grinning now that this comes to my conscious attention

in relation to what I wrote previously about energy and kundalini), the

name

of the river is the Snake River. (Okay, go ahead, laugh uproarisly. I do

have

this way of externalizing my experiences and metaphors very concretely.)

I

have written long and often of the Sea, the Ocean, and now of the

River...oh...enough talking...here is the song.

The River

The storm's coming in

across the river;

storm's coming in,

'cross the mountainside.

The wind blows so fierce,

it makes me shiver.

Oh, but you know

I don't want to hide.

I want to...

face the storm;

meet in head on;

hold the Power in my hand...

embrace the storm,

standing my own ground.

I won't back down;

I'm being,

I'm being born.

The clouds are so dark,

above the water;

clouds are so dark,

you can scarcely see.

I might be afraid,

but I'm Heaven's daughter,

and the stark raving madness

will not move me,

and I want to...

face the storm;

meet in head on;

hold the Power in my hand...

embrace the storm,

standing my own ground.

I won't back down;

I'm being,

I'm being born.

There never was birth

without a little pain;

there never will be growth

without rain.

So shake the Earth;

I will not fall.

You know I'm in Love

with It All.

The thunder beats a rhythm

against the hillside;

the thunder beats a rhythm;

it echos in my bones...

of the the gifts that I've been given

over a lifetime;

of the drumming in my heart,

always calling me Home.

So I will...

face the storm;

meet in head on;

hold the Power in my hand...

embrace the storm,

standing my own ground.

I won't back down;

I'm being,

I'm being born.

There never was birth

without a little pain;

there never will be growth

without rain.

So shake the Earth;

I will not fall.

You know I'm in Love

with It All.

copyright Linda Talbott 2001

Okay...now I'm trembling, on the verge of tears. The part of this that

was

not finished was the final verse, the one about the drumming. I could "feel"

it, but try and try again, it just wouldn't come...until now. Thank you

all.

Shanti ~ Linda