As an Australian / British girl raised between Sydney and the Southern Highlands in NSW I grew up with horses. I used to ride through the bush amidst herds of kangaroos. That was my life. My holidays were spent surfing everywhere I could, up and down the coast, from Sydney to Byron Bay to QLD’s Sunshine Coast. I have family in Cairns, so even that part of the world means something to me. Deep in my heart, this land is my home.
Further south, on the border of NSW and Victoria, a town called Mallacoota meant a great deal to me. That town is now no more. It has burnt to the ground. It was filled with mud-brick houses of the most extraordinary architectural designs. Multi-coloured windows made out of the bottom of bottles. These people have lost their entire town. That place where I woke up on the deserted beach one morning in my sleeping bag as dolphins rode in on the waves.
Such is life in Australia. It is a land of wonder. Magic. Nature. Where earth and sea meet our spirits and sail, fly, ride with us. There is no spirit quite like an Australia spirit. Not for me, in any case. I love so much about that country. This is my prayer to you, this song:
Song To The Some (From A Fellow Phoenix):
Though in truth
I am lost for words
here begins my
song to the some.
It’s all I have,
my prayer,
my meagre something,
my plea to The Power,
The Sum of Life,
for assurance that
everything will
somehow be ok.
That those who have
lost all will find some
glimmer in a clear-skyed tomorrow and beyond.
That some light,
by some miracle,
will emerge along the
cracks of your
scorched heartland,
despite the dream-now-embers,
still so hot to the touch.
Despite despite despite.
You cannot yet imagine
the gum shoots which will
surely burst out from
this ashen landscape.
Yet yet yet.
Cannot imagine welcoming
that spiteful sunlight
upon your lawn,
not whilst under this shadow, this billowing tornado of fire.
Yet yet yet.
So let us imagine,
on your behalf,
that one day soon,
in this life,
somehow,
some way,
the crackle will go quiet,
the air float through,
a new home emerge
sure as the phoenix.
To the some of you,
my fellow surfing sunners,
my eucalypt babies,
my laughing tree-swoopers
pouncing scraggle bush fairies, swept up in this
war with the elements;
from the sum of us to
your so many somes,
this is my meagre offering
🌷
Song By Rebecca Rennie FREYjA
© FREYjA R Rennie January 2020
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New! Song For The Siren
For those of you wondering what I’ve been doing. I’ve finally finished one of my manuscripts. Yes! A novel I have been working on for over six years. Draft One of Tilting The Doll is completed.
What’s more, my new (mostly remotely) recorded album, The Furnace Recordings, is now eight songs in. Song For The Siren is my newest song. (link in photo or below) Producer/ Drummer Paul Robinson never ceases to astound me. He is a master at creating spellbinding worlds around a song. No doubt, this is just one of the many reasons Nina Simone loved working with him. I am honoured, as ever.
Humbled too by Luca Boscagin, who laid down the most perfect, emotive guitar tracks from his home studio.
The photo should link you to soundcloud where you can leave comments about the song. Let us know which artists it reminds you of. Emotions it evokes. Genres you feel it falls within. A song such as this will be pitched to several Licensing Companies around the world, in the hope that it will be exploited/placed in a series/ film/ ad. All your feedback is helpful for us to know where to aim it in our submissions to publishers etc.
More very soon. The muse is back. Stay creative, people. Dig deep and fill your lives with love, poetry and music. FREYjA
Song For The Siren