Tuesday, April 30, 2013

My hidden name


There is a bar manager in Rome, il Signor Camilo, who calls me by my middle name - Louise. That is how he (always) remembers me: by my hidden name - the one few people register.

And when I sit here on this beautiful terrace overlooking rooftops of Rome...

it is that middle, hidden space inside me that finds a resting place... "peace I leave with you". 











I have two windows in me: one outwards, the other inwards; one to others, the other into my own depths; one where light and pain find a way in (and out) through others, the other, darker, perhaps more secret and more vulnerable, where silent words rest me: "my peace I give to you... do not let your heart be troubled...". This is where I breathe. This is where the roots plunge and drink. This is where my music is born of...


You remember my true name... " The rules of mercy never change







Jerusalem and the islands; Rome and Australia; the centre and the edges. I wonder if, among other things, I am going to the edges to re-find the centre, if Louise will be the moving force in the years to come...

And I think this is my desire... "bless us, Oh Lord, and these thy gifts..."