We’re back from a brilliant End of The Road festival in Dorset – loads of really excellent indie music, a great time with Peter and my daughter and her husband and toddler. We had the best of times.

And on top of all that I finally wrote some words for a tune I’ve had rattling round my head for two years that I wrote in Kartong, The Gambia in 2008. I had an amazing session of Hopi ear candles at the festival with a guy who calls his business The Healing Tree. During the treatment this came to me and fits the song exactly so I’ll be recording it soon in a rough version so watch this space. It may not make sense to you so questions on a postcard ha ha!

    The Healing Tree

Warm winds across the purple plains
The candles melt away the pain
Soothing hands upon your face
Golden light fills inner space

Ancient oaks and peacock calls
Through layers of time and stone-built walls
In starry dress a goddess stands
Reaching out with loving hands

Thoughts return back to Kartong
Searching for words to fit the song
How very strange that two years on
At The Healing Tree, at last it’s done

Instrumental break

Ancient oaks and peacock calls
Through layers of time and stone-built walls
In starry dress a goddess stands
Reaching out with loving hands

Reaching out with loving hands

Reaching out with loving hands…….

© September 2010 Chandra Moon

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