To the Maidens, the Mothers, the Warriors, the Witches, the Crones and all the graces in between, Thank you for the wisdom and the wonder. Today we celebrate! Happy International Women’s Day!
To the Maidens, the Mothers, the Warriors, the Witches, the Crones and all the graces in between, Thank you for the wisdom and the wonder. Today we celebrate! Happy International Women’s Day!
Over the last month Amanda Bullick of Brutally Beautiful and I have been dreaming up an image that shines new light on my song “Open Letter To My Heart”. In the post below you will get a look behind the scenes of the shoot and a sneak peek at the postcard I will have at Canadian Music Week with me next month.
After many hours of masking tape, papiermache (the brunt of which Amanda gracefully took on as the paste was making my already flaring ezcema quite itchy) , low temperature ovens, paint and petty garden robbery we completed the moths.
We gathered a team of talented people for the usual photo shoot tasks and headed to the Brutally Beautiful headquarters
With one red ladder, a make up artist and a hair stylist added to our team we were unstoppable!
With the back drop hung we set to work on the lighting, the moths and the light bulbs!
We moved the ladder many times….Amanda is quite strong. Tiny but tough!
Hair by my talented Mama!
Jessie Broster getting set to paint my face.
What a difference hair and make-up make… 
In the morning, we flee to Mothlandia.
Where we’ll peek through the wings of strangers hearts and in the name of magic and we’ll sing!
Follow us.
Ask the little bird for directions.
Tweet! Tweet! Tweet!
Mama was a little lamb
Papa was a little bird
Every story that you told
Every rumour that you heard
Was true, as the dirt in the ground
Had a little place they hid
Had a little place they’d go
Let the seasons pass them there
Made that place their home
How a secret will grow
They grew a love so true
Grew a love so deep
Had a little dream
Of starting a family
But knew no way to plant the seed
Soon the day did come
A stranger did arrive
Said he knew their troubles
He could help them to make life
But that there would be a price
Stranger tipped his hat
Revealed a brow adorned with horns
Reached out a cloven hoof
Said, “Baby, your first born
Could be the wife of a king”
Now I’ve come of age
The days end with the dawn
He’s gonna take my hand
Lead me where the lights are never on
Where the sun will cease to shine
Go ahead and clip my wings
There ain’t no sky down here
I don’t have the heart to sing
There aint no sky down here
Mama was a little lamb
Papa was a little bird
Every story that you told
Every rumour that you heard
Was true as the dirt in the ground
Oh, Vancouver you are just brimming with life!
The pink lips of flowers just barely peeking out of soil and branch to kiss the rain.
Spring…growing light.
The shadows softening….our gaze gossamer, dreamy and romantic.
Befitting the pacts we’ve made with our hearts.
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In the spirit of the season I am growing too.
Bangs are longer…encouraging my curls to reach for my shoulders with the waning and waxing of the moon.
Studying seeds…dreaming of the life they keep inside their tiny pockets.
Appreciating the sounds of all the elements and the distances they travel…growing my gratitude for melody.
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there’s a princess in the future…a castle to inhabit
beautiful things are about to take shape
steady your gaze…don’t turn away
this is the place.
<3
