MUSIC, SONG, Uncategorized

Penny’s Scar

Music is a gift from the gods, speaking the language of the Soul. There are certain singers who have a way of deeply channelling the human condition and when we hear their voice, listen, really LISTEN to their lyrics, something resonates deep inside. American Artist Penny’s Scar is one such talent. I came across this beautiful, soulful and sultry Chanteuse on Twitter ( Penny’s Scar @pennys_scar )and her music spoke directly to my heart and my soul. Waves of remembrance washed over me as her words, her tone, her heart itself flowed through her songs. With elegance and grace this beautiful lady takes pain and hurt and suffering and somehow transforms all of that into healing balm. Her gift to the World is of the heart. It comes from the Soul.

I showed appreciation, and we became friends. I love her and would like to share her music, and the magic that is Penny’s Scar with you…

Enjoy the first of a regular feature on EdenDene Books!

 

TREMBLING TO TOUCH THE PAIN

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With Penny’s kind permission, the lyrics to this poignantly beautifully song are shared below, her words are pure poetry…

 

Oh the high will find your soul 

In the shadows wading through love.

The sounds they all fade

Touching sorrow touching the pain

The blackest shade that holds you close

It breathes you in whispering to your soul 

Trembling now to the touch pain 

Cause silence lives inside of me 

The ground is cold against the pain

 Darkness melts once held within 

Shadows tinged by emptiness 

The sounds of the night a broken kiss 

The thunder cries a sweet sad song

 It’ll hold you tight it’ll keep you warm 

Trembling now to touch the pain 

Cause silence lives inside of me 

These powdered lips they are stained 

A broken heart to mend the pain 

Trembling now to the touch pain 

Cause silence lives inside of me 

Trembling now to the touch pain 

Cause silence lives inside of me 

Trembling now but I’m not afraid

 Cause silence lives inside of me 

Trembling now to the touch pain 

Silence loves I’m not afraid 

Trembling now to the touch pain 

Cause silence lives inside of me

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©Penny’s Scar

SPIRITUALITY, Uncategorized, Verse

Nephilim

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An Angel made from pure Love
Looked down from heaven above

His eyes fell upon a Maiden fair
With cornflower eyes and Flaxen Hair

She was comely, she was sweet
He gazed at her, their eyes did meet

Electricity shot though the Angel’s core
A feeling he had never had before

They lay down in bliss with each other
Human form entwined with Angelic lover

And thus a race of Earth giants did begin
Their hero offspring, the Nephilim

 

© Eily Nash (2019)

 
Statue of “The Sons of God Saw the Daughters of Men That They Were Fair”

by Daniel Chester French (Wikipedia)

PARABLE, SPIRITUALITY, Uncategorized

Two Strangers

A little parable on knowing it is OK  to ask for help if you are not OK…

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Two strangers met in a forest.

“I can’t find my way home,” he said.

“I’m lost too, maybe we can find a our way home through the forest together,” she replied.

He looked uncertain, and shaking his head began to walk away.

“Come back!” she cried, “What if you are going the wrong way?”

“NO!” He shouted, “What if you lead me further into the deep dark woods?”

“What if I don’t? What if I lead you home?” Frustration burning in her dark eyes.

He shook his reluctant head. “You go your way, I will go mine. I don’t need you or anyone to help me, I will find my own way home, ALONE.” Without a backward glance he took off through the dense undergrowth.

Alone and afraid she cried out “Help me!” She thought she heard a whispering in the trees behind her and turning around she saw a feint ray of light shone ahead, just enough to see through the canopy. She moved closer and closer to its source. Realising it was coming from soft sunlight heralding the dawn of a fresh new day she began to run. She knew she would now be able to find a way out of the darkness, following the cookie crumbs the dancing motes of light threw upon the forest floor.

Turning, she called excitedly to him, for now they both could be free and no longer lost. But he was long gone, deeper and deeper into the undergrowth, ensnared and trapped by tangled roots and gnarled old trees in the forest of the night. Even if he had been willing, he was too far away to hear.

Knowing she had lost him, she ran forwards drawn by the intensity of the growing Light. The kiss of the morning Sun caught tears glistening on her face, tears of gratitude for her salvation and of sorrow for the lost stranger who could have become a friend.

Eily Nash ~ 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

LOVE, Uncategorized

Fragile Heart

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Knowing she loved him, she gave him her heart.

“Be gentle, it has been broken many times before,” she said.

“Don’t worry, I will hold your heart in my hands,” he smiled.

“I couldn’t take anymore heartache,” she was uncertain.

“Trust me,” he reassured her and reaching out he took her heart. But the warmth was too much and as the heat intensified it became red hot and he dropped her fragile heart.

“So sorry!” he said as he watched it shatter into a million pieces.

It was too late, for she was already dead…

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SPIRITUALITY, Uncategorized, WRITING & BLOGGING

Those Blue Eyes

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They say that eyes are the window to the soul. This is a true story about a pair of blue eyes I once saw and never, ever forgot.

An ordinary day, an ordinary shopping mall. I was weighed down, not by shopping, but those concerns life throws at us time to time, heavy burdens we have to carry because there is no one else can take them from us. And if they did? Would we loose valuable life lessons? Only the passage of time, experience and the growth self awareness will tell.

So there I was, walking along alone, lost in thoughts. From a long way off I was aware of Him. Call it charisma, personal magnetism, kismet…I was brought back into the here and now with a powerful pull. He was beautiful, those eyes, those mesmerising eyes. They were a shade of cobalt blue I absolutely adore. I was all at once transfixed and shy, desperately wanting to go and say ‘Hi, how are you?’ But I couldn’t. Rooted to the spot, I watched him glide by, and something passed in his eyes. He looked at me and I at him and I just had an overwhelming sense of ‘knowing’ and a feeling of total and unconditional love, something that had been in short supply for a very long time. His body may have been broken. His Soul Light was mesmerising in it’s intensity!

He was maybe seventy years old, white hair and beard covering a tanned, weather beaten face. I no longer remember what he wore, just that his legs had been removed below the knee and he guided his wheelchair skilfully through the throng of people. I so wished I had chased after him, spoken, asked questions…But…

Many times I hoped I would see him again, in a small town you do tend to see the same ‘faces’ but I never did. I never forgot those cobalt eyes. He became the inspiration for Peter Cabot, Doctor and Spirit Guide, in my book ‘Wychwood’.

That day I believe I was touched by an Angel…And my personal burdens were somehow so much lighter.

An Angel with blue eyes, incredible cobalt blue eyes…