I have been coming to Santu Lussurgiu since the fall of 2016, part of my annual return to Sardinia where, as one acquaintance says, I am like the flamingo, returning to my ‘nesting’ grounds each year. The village is a little bowl, built inside an extinct volcano, and a nesting ground: a place where some of my deepest artistic work–music and anthropological–took seed, and thus returning is a memory of that, as well.
It is here that I sense my in-between-ness most acutely, where to fully be a part of this place would suffocate me entirely, but to be fully outside it doesn’t feel right, either. So I hang in the balance between out and in, belonging and unbelonging, and try to relish the richness and the discomfort that liminality (the state of being betwixt and between) brings to us. Writing songs is part of that in betweenness, where, for all I can tell, I act as a sort of conduit to something bigger and greater that’s not about me, but is about spirit and connection to things larger than us. Our job, as songwriters, is to tune in, listen closely, and drop everything when a song comes wafting onto our airwaves or our songwriters’ radar. Our job, then, is to let her in.
I’ll leave you with a song fresh off the songwriter’s press and written in Visby, Sweden, where I attended a songwriting retreat, last week.
As always, I love to hear from you; feel free to also leave comments in “soundcloud” while you listen to the song!
Un caro saluto,
~Kristina
“Let Her In” (click on song title to listen)
A song is greater than the sum of its parts
It starts up in one place and winds up in a distant land
she’s a wizened path down a crooked road
she’s solace in a crowded room
twice as good
twice as gold
twice told tales are never old
so when a song comes knockin’ at your door
drop everything
she’s a sacred light, she’s a gift
she’s a conduit
She’s connection to something so much greater
than all our petty foibles
she is spirit and she is raw and she is real…..
twice as good
twice as gold
twice told tales are never old
so when a song comes knockin’ at your door
drop everything
And let her in
She’s the divine masculine and she’s a little boy
asking for his mother’s love and reaching, reaching
for a home he
longs to know
and words that feel true to his bones
twice as good
twice as gold
twice told tales are never old
when a song comes knockin’ at your door
drop everything
let her in
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and let her in
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