As a singer/songwriter who has not yet learned to play an instrument at the performance level, it has been one of my challenges to find a gifted, dedicated guitarist with whom to collaborate and to share ideas and inspiration.

In my search I have been directed to a group of guitarists who were holding jams on Wednesday nights at a local eatery, Isaac's Way, here in Fredericton.

Last week I went down to their jam, and was invited to sing one of my songs, called The Fiddle Player's Love. It was a song that I wrote in honor of my Father-in-law.

One of the guitarists spoke to me through his music. Through his guitar strings I could hear his peaceful, gentle soul. I am inspired by such things.

I am also deeply compassionate about the healing of the world's peoples and am particularly empathetic with the plight of the Syrian people at this time, and the suffering those ordinary children, women and men are facing.

My inspiration from this guitarist, combined with my compassion for my Syrian brothers and sisters have allowed for a new song to emerge. Like every time I enter into the creative Flow, I am delighted with this new message from our Creator.

I sent it to this musician (an acapella mp3 as well as the lyrics) and he was delighted was well.

We hope to get together and perform it soon. However, we have encountered a snag. The venue, Isaac's Way, burned to the ground the weekend after I visited the jam. Go figure!!

Now his group is looking for a new meeting place, a new jam spot. I am holding the vision that they find one soon, because the song is ready to be sung.

In our combined efforts and love for the healing of the Mother and Her peoples, I would like to share with you the lyrics of this song. They seem appropriate.

Wintersleep

There’s a mist upon the water
Slowly rising with the sun
Swirling pictures read like stories
Of wars both lost and won
Here’s the message in a bottle
It’s my brother’s soul I keep
Take my hand, talk me through it
Wake me from my wintersleep


There’s a storm upon the desert
Tried to make our love BE still
But there’s no hope in trying
‘Cause we know it never will
Through our mourning . . .in the morning
One voice rises from the deep
Take my hand, and love me through it
Wake me from my wintersleep.


When so many peace-filled voices
Join in singing out our song
All our naked jubilation!!!!
In the name of those long gone
I can hear their sweetened voices
It’s become my song to keep
Take my hand, and I’ll help you through it
Wake me from my wintersleep.


There’s a peace upon the water
In the winter of these times
Simply sent from all for FREEDOM
Like a sacred lullaby
I can hear those sweetened voices
It’s become my song to keep
Take my hand and lead me through it
Wake me from my wintersleep.


With forgiveness as my story
And my song a song of . . . peace
Take my hand, and love me darlin’
Wake me from my wintersleep.


O’ forgive me, my sweet darlin’
Wake me from my wintersleep.


. . . Namaste . . .