Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. It doesn't have the negative associations I get with the whole Xmas glurg, and has many positive associations. Family, food, music, friendship. I want to extend my blessings to any and all who will accept them for a happy and blessed Thanksgiving.
Though I think of the bardic arts often, all throughout the year, the dark half of the year is a time when I often want to return to my love of folk music, and the folk music revival. There is something about the Autumn and the Winter that makes me want to trace the roots of the tree of song back along the lines of transmission, into the earth and the deep waters below.
Music has been a continuous, and often magical influence in my life. At certain times in my life, when I needed extra help, a song has come into my mind, and I have been able to sing it, and have the help I needed to move further along my path of fate and destiny. One of those songs was "Now Be Thankful" by Fairport Convention. The lyrics are by David Swarbick and Richard Thompson.
"When the stone is grown too cold to kneel In crystal waters I'll be bound Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel
Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe
In burning irons I'll be bound Fierce as fire weary to the sounds upon the wheel
Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know
When the stone is grown too cold to kneel In crystal waters I'll be bound Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel
Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know"
To me, this song gives strength, with its reference to the wheel of fate, and the hardships of life down here on Earth. Yet even when we are weary of the wheel, bound among the elements, there is something within us and beyond us that yet can bloom. The rose, here the rose of the western mystery tradition, the rose of the Rosicrucians, does yet bloom and imparts its beauty, even as we are wary of the thorn.
When I listen to this song, and when I sing it on my own, I like to remember those times when the wheel of fate has turned in my favor and remind myself of all the good things here below.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nFi9qjCOf_U
From JMG and the commentariat, if any are willing to share, I'm curious if there are any songs you have found yourself drawn to at key times in your life, that turned out to have a stronger power than "just a song"?
A Blessed Thanksgiving to All
Though I think of the bardic arts often, all throughout the year, the dark half of the year is a time when I often want to return to my love of folk music, and the folk music revival. There is something about the Autumn and the Winter that makes me want to trace the roots of the tree of song back along the lines of transmission, into the earth and the deep waters below.
Music has been a continuous, and often magical influence in my life. At certain times in my life, when I needed extra help, a song has come into my mind, and I have been able to sing it, and have the help I needed to move further along my path of fate and destiny. One of those songs was "Now Be Thankful" by Fairport Convention. The lyrics are by David Swarbick and Richard Thompson.
"When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
In crystal waters I'll be bound
Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel
Now be thankful for good things below
Now be thankful to your maker
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know
When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe
In burning irons I'll be bound
Fierce as fire weary to the sounds upon the wheel
Now be thankful for good things below
Now be thankful to your maker
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know
When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
In crystal waters I'll be bound
Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel
Now be thankful for good things below
Now be thankful to your maker
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know"
To me, this song gives strength, with its reference to the wheel of fate, and the hardships of life down here on Earth. Yet even when we are weary of the wheel, bound among the elements, there is something within us and beyond us that yet can bloom. The rose, here the rose of the western mystery tradition, the rose of the Rosicrucians, does yet bloom and imparts its beauty, even as we are wary of the thorn.
When I listen to this song, and when I sing it on my own, I like to remember those times when the wheel of fate has turned in my favor and remind myself of all the good things here below.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nFi9qjCOf_U
From JMG and the commentariat, if any are willing to share, I'm curious if there are any songs you have found yourself drawn to at key times in your life, that turned out to have a stronger power than "just a song"?
Justin Patrick Moore