WALK WITH ME A MILE - 2025-08-06, 7.55 AM

My little Star

Purple

Spring in Bloom

Symphony of Gypsies

This is a sacred song-offering of gratitude, healing, and return. It is a prayer to the Mother of Earth and the Father of Sky, honoring the fruits of our labor, the blessings of our ancestors, and the eternal cycle of giving and receiving.

🌾 This sacred song carries:

A prayer of gratitude for harvest and consecration

Ancestral remembrance through roots, rivers, and branches of life

A chant of healing, return, and dedication to Source

Music for ceremony, ritual, meditation & prayer

🎶 Best for:

Gratitude practices & seasonal harvest rituals

Ancestral remembrance & family lineage healing

Meditation, prayer circles & sacred ceremonies

✨ May this offering awaken gratitude in your heart and remind you of the eternal cycle of sowing, healing, and returning to love.

✧ Song of Consecration and Harvest ✧
A Song-Offering of Gratitude and Return

Verse 1
Mother of Earth, Father of Sky,
Source of the fire where the seeds will not die,
I bring my harvest, I bring my prayer,
I lay down the fruits in Your temple of air.

Chorus
All that I’ve healed, I consecrate,
All that I’ve sown, I dedicate.
Let every root and every tree
Return its blessing back to me.
And all I’ve received, I share in love.
The light will stay, from stars above.

Verse 2
For fathers and grandfathers, roots deep below,
For mothers and grandmothers, blossoms that grow,
Your rivers unite, Your branches entwine,
One living blood, one radiant line.

Chorus
All that I’ve healed, I consecrate,
All that I’ve sown, I dedicate.
Let every root and every tree
Return its blessing back to me.
And all I’ve received, I share in love,
The light will stay, from stars above.

Bridge
I am the soil, I am the seed,
I am the fruit of every need.
I am the tree of love made whole,
I am the song of every soul.

Final Chorus (crescendo)
All that I’ve healed, I consecrate,
All that I’ve sown, I dedicate.
All that I’ve opened, set it free —
The harvest lives in You and me.
And all I’ve received, I share in love
The crown of light shine high above.
From stars above.

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✨ RISE. through ancestral healing & feminine alchemy
✨ BE. your most authentic, embodied Self

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Sacred Gratitude Chant & Ancestral Offering

Man is head over heels in love, i.e. "Just One Love" and he's singing her praises. He's not really at the Eiffel Tower, but it's in the lyrics. You'll have to listen to learn more.

Just One Love

Explores how we project unacknowledged inner qualities onto romantic partners. Through New Zealand nature imagery, the song charts the journey from idealised love (seeing missing parts of ourselves in another) through disillusionment (borrowed strength fading) to psychological maturity. The core insight: the courage, grace, and wholeness we seek in lovers already exists within us, sleeping like seeds. Love matures when we reclaim these projections and meet as equals—"not your missing piece, but your equal in this wild garden of becoming." From my upcoming book "Breakfast with Jung" Chapter 5: Anima and Animus. 
Jazz (43%), Jazz, Nu Jazz / Jazztronica (38%) Singer Songwriter (22%) Adult Contemporary (20%)
Jazz, Blues, Neo-Soul (15%)


A Field Guide to Projection  (Lyrics)

In the wild meadow of new love, we stand
Like pohutukawa reaching toward light
Morning mist wraps around our ankles
Kowhai petals scatter gold secrets
I see in you the quiet grace I've yet to embrace
While you mirror parts of me I've forgotten to claim

Seasons turn like pages in memory's book
Our shared story begins to blur
Your strength, once solid as Tane Mahuta
Trembles like flax in southerly winds
My warmth, borrowed from your fire
Fades like sunset on harbor waters

Thunder rolls through our shared silence
In winter's bare-branched honesty
Truth rises like dawn on Waiheke
The courage I sought in your heart
Was my own, sleeping like seed in soil
The gentleness you found in my hands
Your own grace, waiting to bloom

Our projections fall like autumn leaves
Becoming food for deeper roots
Spring arrives with its own wisdom
Morning paints messages on waves
Your hand in mine familiar as birdsong
In your eyes, I see myself at last
Not your missing piece, but your equal
In this wild garden of becoming
Between us, something entirely new
Takes root in ancient soil

A Field Guide to Projection

This album chronicles the journey of a young woman in 1950s Paris. Each track tells a simple, story about letting go of yesterday, holding a keepsake memory, and choosing hope as the sun comes up.

Sous ce ciel pâle

Ce n’est pas une chanson d’amour, mais une lumière qui s’ouvre, une respiration, un miroir, une main tendue..

Témoin tranquille

都会の闇を抜けて

Poet • Performer • Composer • Lyricist

A Field Guide to Projection

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