MUSIC
Breathe
Step outside get lost in the woods, wander until you can’t hear the rush, when you take a moment to sit with the trees, you can find the strength to breathe.
Take some time to speak to a tree and listen to what it needs care for it as it grows, water the roots and watch the leaves unfold.
It’s colours shift and change, and sometimes they grow muted and gray. But come springtime those branches will bloom again.
If you spend your whole life working every day climbing corporate ladders and collecting your pay your soul might feel empty so hold onto this truth, your worth is not tied to what you produce.
So step outside get lost in the woods, wander until you can’t hear the rush, when you take a moment to sit with the trees, you can find the strength to breathe
We’re nearing an end but will it be ours or can we release greed, will this be the point that we sink beneath, are we resigned to our end or can we find the strength to breathe again
We’re nearing an end but will it be ours or can we release greed, will this be the point that we sink beneath, are we resigned to our end or can we find the strength to breathe again
We’re nearing an end but will it be ours or can we release greed, will this be the point that we sink beneath, are we resigned to our end or can we find the strength to breathe again
Step outside get lost in the woods, wander until you can’t hear the rush, when you take a moment to sit with the trees, you can find the strength to breathe
Irish Washerwoman
Irish Washerwoman is a traditional Celtic tune written in the early 1700’s
In Everything
In the baskets that I hold
In the trinkets made by my hands many years ago.
In the scent of fresh baked sourdough
Wafting through my home
You are in everything
In everything I love
In the asparagus crowns underneath the ground
You are in the branches of the willow all around
Your words are in everything I’ve grown.
You are in everything
In everything I love
You are in me when I remind myself that there is no bad weather, only bad clothing so I pull on another layer
You are in me when I teach and when I show up for my community
You are in everything
In everything I love
You are in the mud that squishes joyfully between my toes when I dance at a music festival.
You are in the grass on that big hill.
Singing with the crowd, as the rain comes down.
It is impossible to separate the strands of you woven through the tapestry of my life.
The everything that you are in fills me up to the brim with memories and love
You are in everything
In everything I love
You are in everything
In everything I love
You are in everything
In everything I love
You are in everything
Fireweed
The breath of the mountain blows through the trees, the passage of the pine Beatle, once so ugly to me. But now when I look at it and feel the air on my face, I see beauty in death, and learn to love again
Love again, can I learn how, love again, when hate and fear abound. Even if our trees die, that just means we need to try to love somehow
Storm clouds gather overhead and as the lightning touches down, those trees that once stood strong are bound to crumble now. A terrible horrible beautiful fire reaches for the sky and as I watch I realize that I’ve learned to love again.
Love again, come stand by me now, love again, face your fear and denounce. Even if our trees burn even if the clouds churn, we’ll love somehow
And as the smoke that once filled the sky sinks deep into the ground, new life springs up around me from the ashy mound, the first to call this wasteland home and bring beauty to the death, fireweed brings what once was gone, back around again
Love again, I can show you how. Love again, the hate we’ve held will come down. As the hope we’ve sewn becomes our own, our love is bound.
As the hope we’ve sewn becomes our own, our love is bound.