LYRICS
Oh grandmother I'm too old to be shy
Oh grandmother I'm young enough to cry
Take your freedom from hands young
I'm the freedom of what you once sung
Take your freedom from hands young
I'm the freedom of what you once sung
Wildflower lovely, Take Your Freedom (x4)
Oh my mother, protect you I will
Oh my mother, protect you I will
Oh my mother, protect you I will
If an old breeze blows in a gives you a chill
Take your freedom from hands young
I'm the freedom of what you once sung
Wildflower lovely, Lovely Lovely
Wildflower lovely, Take Your Freedom
Great great grandma, who are you
A lot like me but something new
Take your freedom
Great great grandma, I thank you
For loving me the way you do
Take your freedom from hands young
I'm the freedom of what you once sung
Wildflower lovely, Take Your Freedom (x4)
CREATIVE TEAM
Cha Wilde: Vocals, Melody, Recording, Production
Dr. Sarah Sue Myers: Healing & Friendship
Maternal Ancestors: Being Here With me & In Me & Through Me
JOURNAL
My great grandmother was the black skull. Her mother played softly in the wildflowers on the American frontier. I know nothing of my great great grandmother but today I stood and felt her spirit. She was gentle and kind and looked down on us, four generations of daughters with the wisdom of time. She saw the playful spirit in all of us. She saw all of us fighting to protect ourselves, stiff in our rightness and striving so hard for what we wanted to the point of division. My grandma was there giggling, fingers in the dirt, soft shaped heart, loyal to the bone. I stepped in front of my mother to protect her from my great grandmother’s harsh glare. I respected my mother for her fight to rise and I wonder if she recognizes the ferocity she’s inherited from the same woman who scared her. So I look my great grandmother dead in her empty eyes and tell her she inspires me and I understand her. Everything she wanted was good. Everything she wanted is accepted and celebrated by me. I take for granted the freedom she longed for, fought for. Her fight won me my freedom. Her fight is still in my blood. I’m still fighting for freedom, more freedom. All the women in my life love their freedom.
Today’s song is simple, raw and deep. I wrote it for my maternal ancestors — mom, grandma, great grandmother and great great grandmother. Four generations back. I spent time with these women today, in spirit, during a Family Constellations Therapy session with my dear friend Sarah Sue Myers of Journey Home Healing. I sat down to create at 430pm, sensitive and exhausted but willing to express. I sat in Sarah Sue’s home office with my laptop and Aston Spirit microphone and Focusrite. Simple tools. An easy flow of lyrics flowed into my iPad and then I sang them as loudly as I could muster tonight. I was shy to be overheard in the house so I kept my voice soft. As I sang, I felt connected to Native American chanting sounds. It’s a healing medicine song I suppose. I feel self conscious sharing this publicly but also excited to be more open with you. This is work that I value and wish to see more of in our world. Creativity that heals us through the generations.
love, cha
CREATIVE TEAM
Cha Wilde: Lyrics & Vocals
Sarah Sue Myers: Healer & Friend
My Ancestors: Subject of Connection, Givers of my Gifts… if I am creative it is because of you and it is for us to share.
