new CD available on band camp click on cover image below to download tracks

new CD available on band camp          click on cover image below to download tracks

Protectors not Protesters

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

We are water and by water are led...

A friend saw the video above of the woman's moving testimony: 'I am made of water..' and it reminded him of my song
 By Water I Am Led  
(Spoken Intro)
Twelve thousand years of tears are standing in my throat                                      
A hundred million fears are woven in my coat
Illusion and memory are all the same
Can you tell me, what is my name? 

Beyond the mountains I move along                                          My voice is hidden, then my voice is strong

After so much silence and separation
Will you praise my beauty, my reparation?
Rising, falling, known, unknown
My water blossoms in your bone
I am the heart of tree and bird
I am the river, a holy word
I'm standing by the riverside                                                                                                           
Lost and ramblin' in my pride                      
Never knowin' in my heart and my head      
 I am water and by water am led              
Let the memory of the soft green ground
And the majesty of each simple sound
Hold me when I’m tumbling down
I am water,  missing and found
   Landlocked, full of fear                             
   Sound your torrent that I may hear         
   Where I’m stubborn, let me flow            
   Where I’m ignorant, let me know            
Let the spirit of the earth and sky
Keep me when I die
Carry me to the river and sea
I am water and I am free

words and music by JoAnne (Giovanna) Spies 

Sunday, September 11, 2016


Peace for all on September 11th

Survivor Tree
  (Water your Roots)

You stood in the darkest day
Covered in fire and ash
Even your roots were blown away

How could you be so torn
 Come back and be reborn
 Come back and hold the sky

We watered your roots
Nurtured your shoots
 Sheltering you 

Take all our tears
And water your roots with love

Water your roots with love
Water your roots with peace
Water your roots with love and peace
(Repeat Chorus)

Where we have fallen
We will rise
Where we are ignorant
 Let us be wise
When we are sure we’re right
 Before we fight
Let us water our  roots with love


Water our roots with love
Water our roots with peace
Water our roots with love and peace

(Repeat Chorus)

Where we are blinded
Let us see
When we lose courage
Help us stand like a tree
When we’re divided
We know our roots go deep and united
We’ll water our roots

We’ll water our roots with love
Water our roots with peace
We’ll water our roots with love and peace
We’ll water our roots with love
Water our roots with peace
We’ll water our roots with love and peace

© 2012 Words and music by JoAnne Spies

Wednesday, September 7, 2016


in Stockbridge cemetery
                       photo by Elizabeth Petty

Survivor Tree

Survivor Tree at Ground Zero  photo by Jin Lee 

~~>Survivor Tree full acoustic version

Monday, August 1, 2016

wampus wishes

                       Photo by Elizabeth Anne Petty

Thanks to all who came up through the rain and the fog to magical Mount Greylock, the highest peak in Massachusetts.
We crawled, flew and climbed as we became many creatures, made their unique sounds and explored what their wishes might be.
New names and words were invented.
Our wishes went out into the world.

creature magic

Ella Tawes

Thank you to Derek Gentile and Gillian Jones from the Eagle for visiting our workshop.

Berkshire Eagle article

Rodelinde Albrecht and Matilda Asch

Friday, July 22, 2016

Magic Words

"Spirit Down to Matter" totem by J. Spies

Just completed totem for my Incantation and Song Magic workshop to represent: Wampus (Body), Pukwudgie (Heart), Horned Serpent (Mind), and Thunderbird (Soul)



In the very earliest time
when both people and animals lived on earth,
a person could become an animal if he wanted to
and an animal could become a human being.
Sometimes they were people
and sometimes they were animals
and there was no difference.
All spoke the same language.
That was the time when words were like magic
The human mind had mysterious powers.
A word spoken by chance
might have strange consequences.
It would suddenly come alive
and what people wanted to happen could happen ~
all you had to do was say it.
Nobody can explain this:
That’s the way it was.

Thanks to The Sun Magazine for publishing this Inuit poet in their July issue.
sheds light on incantation..          

To register for workshop e-mail by July 28th
More info at Berkshire Edge ~> calendar listing.

Sunday, July 17, 2016

"incantation totem house" - j. spies

Building an incantation house for upcoming workshop makes me think that function follows form. Adding birch mask creates new dimensions to explore with group.

This old print from my Art Cart work is perfect for the roof. How does the Ilvormorny school take into account Native American culture? 

"Shar-I-Tar-ish, A Pawnee Chief"
from Sterling and Francine Clark Art Institute