Storm Song

“I’ll send a storm to capture your heart and bring you home…”

Have you ever longed for someone to the extent that you would have done everything and anything in your power to be near them? When losing that person causes palpable physical pain, your stomach twists in a dense knot and it becomes hard to breathe… When a dark and cold void expands and deepens in your heart and soul, slowly taking over all that’s left of them… When you would sacrifice an arm and a leg just to hear their voice again… When you would willingly surrender years from your life to feel the warmth of their breath on your skin once more… When you would sacrifice all that’s sacred and cherished to be touched by them again even if only for a few moments… When you would turn air into a raging storm, water into a wild torrent, and fire into a blazing sea of flames if that would bring them back.

I would send a storm to capture your heart and bring you home…

(Excerpt from an idea of mine in the making!!! 🙂 )

This is Phildel’s new song and video titled “Storm Song” that inspired the short excerpt above. She is an amazing young artist whose deep appreciation for sound stems from an understanding of silence. During her childhood in which music was forbidden by her religious stepfather, she came to know silence well. Despite her furious love for music, for ten years she was left to imagine the sounds she would fill the silence with if she could.

Following her departure from the household, her creativity erupted into an all-encompassing force. Composing day and night, Phildel created the epic, haunting and innovative music she had dreamt of.

Her music is a journey into the landscape of her imagination, at times beautifully enchanting, at others, raw and horrific. Complimented on her ‘sonic soundscapes’ by Trevor Horn, she has won supporters around the world, her music being used by fashions designers, film directors, theatre producers and media campaigns. Her debut album “The Disappearance of the Girl” is set for UK release in January 2013.

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Christmas CardI wish everyone a blessed and peaceful Christmas!

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Ammamma - Grandma

 

I took this photo last May at a pooja (a religious ritual performed by Hindus) in Edathua, Kerala, India last May. My husband is Indian and his family is from Kerala in the south of India. The pooja was held for all members of the family who passed away and to purify the living of the lingering negative energy of the deceased.

Ammamma is an amazing woman. Three years ago, when we got married in Kerala (with almost 400 people at our wedding—more about this in a later post :), she accepted me in the family with and open heart, no questions asked and without any reservations. This was not an obvious thing for every single member of the family as my flaws as an ideal bride were only multiplied by the fact that not only am I not South Indian, but I am neither North Indian, or Indian for that matter…

She is 87 years old. Look at her eyes, her hair, her face, her hands. Think of all the things she has seen and lived through. We don’t speak the same language, we do not have the same religion, we do not have the same background, I am almost 60 years her junior, and I want to hear everything she knows and has to say.