Sometimes at the bedside of the frail I am inspired to create sweet lullaby like melodies and songs on my wooden flutes and voice. Often those who are the most sick bring out this tenderness in me, which translates into waltz like 6/8 rhythms. A lyric and melody I started at the bedside for a dying patient this year became a song today, with more complete lyrics, melody and chords. While I was sitting with this person, having the sense of their impending passing, I felt as if their loved one(s) and the Great Beloved, the Spirit, was calling her home. These were the types of thoughts and words that came to me
"I'm calling you home my darlin'
I'm calling you home to me
I'm calling you home my darlin"
beside the old oak tree
"I'm calling you home my darlin'
I'm calling you home to me
I'm calling you home my darlin"
beside the old oak tree