During lockdown, my house is filled with myself, Mr S, and 3 of our brood. We’re all absorbed with our own little things going on in our own little universes. Sometimes ripples sound out from theirs into mine… Daughter asking if I have a spare sketch book? Middle son drumming out beats, other son and Mr S noodling out riffs. Sometimes the TV gets left on and words seep and filter through my daydreams.
I’m not sure if this is a quote or not, nor whether I repeat it correctly. Peep Show was on in the background and words caught my attention – There’s no such thing as great History, only great Historians. Mentally, I added the words ‘and the greatest Historians are bards’. My mind flooded with an image from the D.O., the Venusian looking lyre lady above…
I wondered what she was singing. I felt her sounds ripple out… Across battle torn lands… Songs of Heroes, Songs of bittersweet sorrows… Histories recorded to be sang down the generations…
My mind switched back to my recent conversation with a passenger “Why are the sad songs the best to sing?” I mused on it and thought how strange it was that you can sing a song so often and get the lyrics wrong… How your mind skips or changes words… Hmmm… Maybe the music of Bards was not about passing on stories but something else…
This morning, work was a very early start. I sat in the carpark contemplating my route… Hmmm… Sure the temptation to cannon down an empty motorway held a strong appeal but no! Today was not a day for tarmac, the countryside called to me…
Driving out at daybreak my mind soon drifted back to My Lady, the urge to write about her was growing but what to call her? What was this card’s name? My idle daydream was interrupted! Strange movements in the road ahead. I slow down my Galaxy… Oh? Animals? Big dog? No… I get closer as they gambol about. 2 animals bounding around. Deers! Hart! A flash of tales and they disappear through the hedgerows off into the woods. Deer Hart… Deer Hart… Dearheart… Oh! Dear Heart! That’s the name!
On the back of the name rode more thoughts… Yes, Songs sing out and ripple across to touch people, doubly so in times of trouble… A soulful prayer offered up to all…
Another snippet of another conversation came to me.
“What’s the difference between a girl and a woman? When men are being stupid, girls cry and women laugh!”
I laughed at the memory of my Portuguese passenger’s words and added mine to his… “And Ladies sing.”
The Bard’s song, a beacon signalling, a pulsing waiting calling her love home… Not like a siren luring hapless men to their deaths but patience… a sonic reminder of home is where the heart is… Dear Heart return…
At the time of painting this Lady, whilst waiting for her to dry, I came across a quote which could have been about her… So I’ll leave you on this note:
“A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more.”
John Steinbeck – East of Eden
The pure and blessed way 
“And Ladies sing.” May Dear Heart pluck the strings of the Universe so that The Empress, carrying abundance to full term, continues to emanate The All from her Yoniverse.
And, as it was foretold, the sounds rippled out, and Bards passed on more than we knew.
Dear Heart. Mother of III The Empress? Tarot came from somewhere. Maybe Dear Heart is one of those places.
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