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Santu Lussurgiu, Sardinia: The Annual Return, a.k.a 'my Italian life'


White, long-haired sheep are standing under a gnarled tree on the top of a hillside
Sheep grazing in Santu Lussurgiu

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


tag: so when a song come knockin’ at your door drop everything

and let her in








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