Elegy of remembrance

Reflet d'ombre-glace

In every breath the sun's warm embrace
Fields of gold, where I used to race,
Trees reaching high, cherry blossoms in bloom,
A vibrant mosaic, banishing gloom.

Journey's ending

'i  the snowy woods, there's a instant  of peace
A campfire flickers, and my liver moves mine
This shelter  'i  the night, where our spirits align

The stars up above sing a gentle refrain
While shadows dance lightly, and the cold's lost its reign
This shelter  'i  the night, where our spirits align

So gather 'round friends, allow us share what we've found
As the embers fade softly, our voices resound
This shelter  'i  the night, where our spirits align

The firelight dances, casting shadows so bright
Every tale we say to,  'i  this circle we're bound
This shelter  'i  the night, where our spirits align

Shelter in the night

Shelter in the Night

Curved Snows

through the trees, i wander, memories of light
 'i  the cold, a whisper, bidding  me near
to the mountain's embrace, where i shed every fear
oh the journey's winding
oh the journey's winding

through the frost-kissed air, i roam,
leaves underfoot like whispers of the past,
guiding mine heart to a sanctuary vast
 
oh the journey's winding
oh the journey's winding

cross the forest
journey's winding
to the mountain
journey's winding

Elegy of Remembrance

The journey (part 1)

Bright side of the mountain

Bright side of the Mountain

(each step i take)  (echoes  'i  the night)
Through the trees, i wander, 
'i  the cold, a whisper, 
Bidding  me near
To the mountain's embrace, where i shed every fear

Oh the journey's winding
Oh the journey's winding

Through the frost-kissed air, i roam,
Leaves underfoot like whispers of the past,
Guiding mine heart to a sanctuary vast
 
Oh the journey's winding
Oh the journey's winding

Upward i climb, towards the edge of the night,
Where the mountain stands proud, as a guardian divine,
Under the canvas of stars, i course  the sign. 
 
Oh the journey's winding
Oh the journey's winding
Oh the journey's winding
Oh the journey's winding
Oh the journey's winding

The journey (part 2)

Vocal 이환기
Guitar 황인수
Bass 박서현
Drum 조규민

Lyrics by 이환기
Composed by 이환기, 황인수
Mixed by 황인수

Artwork by 박경연

맘 다해 정성껏 일군 것들이 싹 틔울 무렵 
멀리 보이던 흐릿한 작은 불빛도 점점 커져가 

노을되어 가득 번지고 

다 태워버린대도 괜찮을까 
이름 없는 작은 불꽃에 
내 전부를 재로 만든다 해도 
난 원망을 삼킬 수 있을까 

다 태워버린대도 괜찮을까 
이름 없는 작은 불꽃에 
내 전부를 재로 만든다 해도 
난 원망을 삼킬 수 있을까 

다 태워버린대도 괜찮을까 
이름 없는 작은 불꽃에 
내 전부를 재로 만든다 해도 
난 원망을 삼킬 수 있을까

Sophomore (DEMO)

Vocal 이환기
Guitar 황인수
Bass 박서현
Drum 조규민

Lyrics by 이환기
Composed by 이환기, 황인수
Mixed by 황인수

Artwork by 박경연

I came out slowly, almost barely waiting for time to bloom

I don't wanna face the world without pride

Petal by petal

너무 서두르지 마 
저 태양과 함께 떠오를 테니까
 조금 느릴지라도 
결국에 우리는 빛날 거야

사실 난 그저 두려운 겁쟁일지 몰라

가능성이란 꽃봉오리 안에 숨은

너무 서두르지 마 
저 태양과 함께 떠오를 테니까

조금 느릴지라도 
결국에 우리는 빛날 거야

우린 늦게 피는 꽃 
기적처럼 네게 닿을 거야

한 잎씩 피워내다 보면 
꽃잎은 세상을 덮을 거야

蓮 (DEMO)

The search for an art studio is over. I am able to spread out under my catamaran neighbor, S/V Let it Be. “Poetic,” said the boatyard owner, saying of course I can use the space. His sister is an experimental artist, so he was completely unsurprised by my need to paint.

Let It Be’s humans are not onboard, and haven’t been for some time. “Divorce boat,” said a yard-mate, but I doubt that’s true. How could it be, with that name? Mother Mary comes to me in the broad shadow of the cat, and colors flow from the brushes. 

We are now in the land of Kokopelli, a healing and fertile deity. Does this explain the man on the beach this morning who interrupted my yoga? His arm was injured from a fall out of a palm tree several months ago. “Muerto,” he said, his forearm felt dead. He’d been turned away from the free clinic and then the hospital, and he was in pain.

I prescribed — as I have done many times before — physical therapy exercises and massage. How do I know these things? Osmosis, perhaps, along with natural talent. As a child, I accompanied my kinesiologist mother on her rounds. She used a variety of methods to activate healing, including sound.

Over the years I’ve been approached a few times, by humans and animals, too. “Saint Francis,” my mother poked me in the ribs once, joking. When I lived in Kamilche, a parade usually ensued when I walked the land, dogs and cats and birds following me on the daily constitutional. In Panama City a few years ago, colorful fish coagulated under me as I swam, considering me their personal, portable reef.

Why not capitalize on this skill? “You’re amazing!” said a newly un-cramped dancer about to go on stage. But the cost is so high. As an empath, I feel their pain, which is how I know what to do.

I hear you scoff. Intuitive healer, bah!

“I know what I know,” sings Paul Simon. And sometimes I know what to do, and sometimes I don’t. I used to silence that knowing, rarely sharing it.

But those days are over.

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