The Wren Bird Chronicles
According to the British Trust Ornithology, " Wrens are mostly tiny birds, little balls of fluff with a characteristic cocked tail. Although drably coloured, mostly in shades of brown, they are full of character and some species can be quite confiding even though most of their time is spent skulking in dense undergrowth. Their small size rounded wings make them highly maneuverable in such obstacle-strewn habitats. Most also have a rich, melodious song, usually sung at a volume which belies their diminutive size."
And there you have it readers! I'm often asked what a wren is because Wren happens to be my name, so I thought I'd give the official meaning. The British Trust's definition is particularly likeable because is describes the wren bird's song as rich and melodious. And since I'm a singer (human by the looks of me) it has a nice ring to it, so to speak. The "diminutive size" bit is a little harder to pull off! As for the "skulking", well - YES, I do skulk and in very dense undergrowth!
On that note, I welcome you to my blog. I am happy to have you are here and hope that these thoughts and musings on the mysteries of music and life (not in any particular order) will help your mind wander away from the ever present to-do list, consider the healing magic of song, and ponder the numinous a little more. There will be the occasional foray into the insanity of my singing career, and some updates on my performances and the workings of a singer's life, but I hope that the blog will stretch beyond promotional networking. Today, I beg you to consider this verse from Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night's Dream:
Thou remember’stSince once I sat upon a promontory,
And heard a mermaid on a dolphin’s back
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,
That the rude sea grew civil at her song,
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres
To hear the sea-maid’s music.
And further to the point of music and healing, let’s read this verse from John Dryden’s Oedipus:
Music for a while
Shall all your cares beguile:Wond’ring how your pains were eas’d
And disdaining to be pleas’d
till Alecto free the dead
From their eternal bands,
Till the snakes drop from her head,
And the whip from out her hands.
Next time: music and healing