Gypsy Midwife, Songs for Soul Retrieval
Story Behind the Title
1. It's the first line
of the first song on the album, "Holy Mother," about the fierce love of
the Divine Feminine, which I wrote in Aug. 1998 on the 3rd day of my
Vision Quest solo fast up on Mount Wilson, the Utes' Storm-Maker
mountain near Telluride.
2. My own Mom, who left
this world bravely at age 82 last April, was born out on the farm in
Valley County Nebraska with the country doctor and (no kidding) a gypsy
midwife in attendance. The baby came in with a caul over her face,
which the wise woman pronounced a blessing because it meant she would
be gifted with "the sight." (It seems that I also somehow inherited
"the sound," for better or for worse.)
3. For me, it's about
the whole process of bringing this soul work through. The gypsy part
honors mystery and magic, the invisible worlds. And the experienced
midwife.....competent, compassionate, and down-to-earth.....attends the
births, the deaths, and all the living music in-between.
But here's the interesting part
which quite surprised me: What also opened up and has demanded my full
attention in this process is the extreme light side, the breathtakingly
vivid possibilities, the gorgeous dreams and potentials I hadn't yet
allowed myself to enter into because I thought they might be too
beautiful, too much to hope for, just too much love and grace and
redemption for me to handle and accept and live with.
As for the
subtitle, "Songs for Soul Retrieval," it was suggested by a friend who
knows me well. The music was born out of my own raw and personal
encounters with the achingly ordinary and beautiful stuff of my life.
So first and foremost it's about MY soul retrieval. If it works for
anybody else I am deeply honored.
For me, Soul
lives in the dark fertile places I've been avoiding and resisting: The
grief, the pain, all the ugly uncomfortable touchy areas, the really
scary stuff, the dread. My family. Forgiveness. The silence. And also
it resides potently in my own deep and un-utterable joy, my dearest
heart's desires. That's where the Big energy is locked up. So, on the
dark end of the spectrum I scan through my life and notice my personal
taboos, the places where I try to make tricky little deals with God,
praying furtively "Please dear God, anything but THAT." So of course,
that's what comes up, the underground journey we all know about.
So, talk about a
This album has been a
gracious gift for me, a labor of love, perseverance and trust. I offer
it to you as a healing and a blessing, doing my best to remember who is
looking out through these eyes. Thank you for listening.