One Thread


Fading days, fading ways
Wondering if the moon changes shapes
Listening, to the whispering vines
Opening to walking with the signs
Letting go of trying to know
Forgiving my loving heart
Thank you for considering, always what's best for me
I know we haven't always but

Now you're on my side
But now you're on my side
But now you're on my side

Holding me gently 
Holding me fully
As I hold each possibility
In two hands
The letting go again
Flying to stardust
As the Red Balloons
Fade into the sky
Trusting that one day, sooner or later
One small thread 
will drift back down (back down)
Falling from the heavens
Answers pouring
Into the empty vessel I become
Vessel I become, I become

Is there just one thread, one thread to follow?
Is there just one hand, one hand to hold?
Is this just one life, living through us?

I can’t believe its written because there’s a pen 
holding in my hand 
Writing right now
And if there was a message, a message to deliver 
How would the angels scribe their songs? 
Whispering gently, into our ears 
drinking their words through our voices singing song
Through our voices, through our voices singing song 

Fading days, fading ways 
Wondering if the moon, changes shapes 
Listening, to the whispering vines 
Opening, to walking with the signs 
Letting go, of trying to know 
Forgiving, my loving heart 
Thank you for considering 
Always what’s best for me 
I know we haven’t always 
But now you’re on my side 
But now you’re on my side 
But now you’re on my side 

Is there just one thread, one thread to follow? 
Is there just one hand, one hand to hold? 
Is this just one life, living through us?


One Thread was written at a time when I was feeling overwhelmed by having to make a decision about which direction to go in life.
I have found that waiting to listen to the higher guidance, the "gut feeling", the intuition, is ultimately what works best for me. Having compassion for myself around decision-making has been a very important lesson to learn.  Being able to stay present in the unknown is warrior training. We don't know what the future holds, and it may be vastly different than what we have ever lived before, so it's a good thing to practice loving ourselves, especially when circumstances in our lives are uncertain.

This song is in the "Seeing with New Eyes" section of the album because it is a reminder that we have more to source from than our own mind/identity. We have access to the wisdom of the ancestors, the spirits, the living Earth, and an inner listening that is of a different quality than the calculations of the mind. "Listening to the whispering vines" refers to the beautiful gift that sacred plant medicines can sometimes give us by helping us find clarity on what is our deepest truth.

This song also speaks to the balance between "listening" and "waiting for signs" versus taking action and consciously writing the story of our lives. I believe this is a never-ending paradox, and it is best to surrender and humble ourselves to the mystery of choice and fate.

And now for an excerpt from Rainer Maria Rilke, 1903
Letter to a Young Poet

"You are so young, so much before all beginning, and I would like to beg you dear Sir, as well as I can, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer."

Vocals, Guitar, Harmonies- Jen Myzel
Beat Co-Creation- Narayan from Zion
Violin- Lydia Violet