Santa Lucia

At the beginning of December 2014 I was on a train headed from Venice to Prague. Annie and I hadn’t made reservations but had somehow managed to end up in our own compartment.

As our train rolled through the Austrian alps Annie dozed off and I climbed over her to unzip Prudence, our beloved travel companion from her case.

It was there that the song was born.

In Venice, just 5 Minutes away from the Train station you can find the relics of the saint herself. Displayed in a glass box in front of the alter her remains act as the focal point of the San Geremia church. We had entered the church on a whim, the exterior looking similar to the many others we had wandered into during our time jumping around Europe. With Prudence on my back I opened the heavy doors and was greeted by a kind old man. He spoke no english, I spoke no Italian. We stood there grinning at each other sharing some kind of knowledge that can only be communicated through the eyes anyway. He proceeded to explain to me who Santa Lucia was, he strummed an imaginary guitar and pointed at me and then at her. Santa Lucia was apparently also a musician. She died at the the tender age of 19 nearly 1700 years ago. 

The energy in that church shifted something deep inside of me, maybe it was her, maybe it was the man who's name I will probably never know. But from that day this song was born.

This is probably the most personal song I have ever written. This is Santa Lucia. 

 

(This video was recorded in Ved Niketan ashram in Rishikesh, India)

She came to me in an evening prayer 

I opened my eyes, she was standing there 

Her hair was long, her eyes serene 

She looked like an angel from a dark, dark dream

 

She looked at me, she asked me how I was doing 

I said I'm fine but my mind sure is a ruin 

She looked at me, said no baby how are YOU doing? 

I said I’m fine but my mind sure is a ruin

I went and saw, Santa Lucia today 

She took my sins in her hands and scrubbed them away 

under Byzantine arches In an ancient canal 

I had never felt, so at peace all by myself 

 

She looked at me, she asked me how I was doing 

I said Im fine but my mind sure is a ruin 

she looked at me, said no baby how are YOU doing? 

I said I’m fine but my mind sure is a ruin

 

I went and got my future told today 

A little old lady laid it all out for me 

She was as beautiful as she was wise 

She said to me with wide open eyes 

 

You are destined to live like a street born gypsy queen

not the kind funded by the deep pockets of their parents suburban dreams

you were born to be the leader of this evolution

A woman in the forefront clearing all of the confusion

 

So this is what I’ve learned from years of the road

Take good care of your body but freely give away your soul

 

This is what I’ve learned from years on the run 

Spend your life in pursuit of your own midnight sun 

 

Always look to you to your own midnight sun


CHRISTIANA Is a full time traveler, yogi, song writer and dream manifester. She is passionate about fresh food, vibrant cultures, holistic health and the ocean. Her greatest wish is for everyone to listen to their inner teacher, follow their intuition and fall in love with their lives. Follow her here: www.instagram.com/christianaeva

Christiana Eva

CHRISTIANA Is a full time traveler, yogi, song writer and dream manifester. She is passionate about fresh food, vibrant cultures, holistic health and the ocean. Her greatest wish is for everyone to listen to their inner teacher, follow their intuition and fall in love with their lives.