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Avec Mon Coeur,

Jianda

Artist: www.Jianda.net
Columnist: Holistic Health & Lesbian Relationships
Light Worker: SunMoonHealingHeart.com

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When Archetypes Attack: St. Vincent’s Healing Blips, Beeps, Chants and Tones

by Jianda

“Muscle connects to the bone
And bone to the ire and the marrow
I wish I had a gentle mind
And a spine made up of iron”

- From St. Vincent’s “Marrow”

Trippy…magical…electric. 4AD’s stellar electronica act St. Vincent combines macabre imagery with refreshingly healing ideas and tones. The band’s video complements the inner-gone-outer dialogue intriguingly: “H-E-L-P, help me, help me,” sings the beguiling Annie Erin Clark. No artifice, no metaphors, just the simple and plaintive plea.

In Clark’s wake, she passes dysfunctional vehicles, fighting nomad wanderers, fix-it men, Urban Outfitters attired fake-slackers and–quite seemingly–she passes a plane in her own thought…her own heartspace. Is the lyrical narrator a healer? A helper? A facilitator for others to continue to search for assistance of their own? For healing? For respite? This visually striking treatise on how we’re all so dis/connected on the planet brings to light more questions than answers.

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Avec Mon Coeur,

Jianda

Artist: www.Jianda.net
Columnist: Holistic Health & Lesbian Relationships
Light Worker: SunMoonHealingHeart.com

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Stay In Love

Jianda & Patchen: Wish MP3 Download – OM Records

Her walk swaggers but her heart sashays,

With or without a cowboy hat she is always and eager to tip the hat with her eyes,

a wink, wry smile, her knowing.

My people are her people. 1 and the same, is the same.

When I tell her banjos traveled from Africa to Appalachia, here her eyes widen, heart livens,

My distant relatives brought darker hues to rodeos and juke joints, uninvited or otherwise, new energy, welcoming of Self, warmth, wider color palettes, and possibilities. Life.

These are bridges we build as we continue to travel onward, upward,

Nomad hearts with heels clicking, galloping,  roaming the trails like wild horses,

Resting in pieces, silent sometimes, gathering together the tribes

Like warriors, nomads, goddesses as progress becomes us.

- jmj 07/10

for Ms. CC