Listen to the song, "Under the Water:"
Music Credits:
Music Credits:
Elaine Lucia – acoustic guitar, vocals
Dave MacNab – electric/solos guitar
Cliff Hugo – bass
Alan Hall – drums
Kelley Maulbetsch – cello
Recording Engineer: Kenny Evans, Mesa Studios, Sebastopol, CA
Mixed by: Dan Fieszli
Mastered by: Bill Hare
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Under the Water: A Journey Below the Storms to the Self
This song came to me in a dream during a stormy period in my life—when I was searching (as always) for clarity, direction, and mostly, for some inner peace. I originally released this song in 2020, during the pandemic. Today, in 2025, we find ourselves once again in a chaotic and overwhelming socio-political-global environment, and the song feels just as relevant as ever. It’s a call to go within, to remind yourself that you contain the peace that you are seeking.
In the dream, I was standing at the edge of a stormy lake. The “howling winds and the raging waves and the swaying limbs” felt like a metaphor for the noise, chaos, and confusion of my thoughts as I navigated daily life—and all the decisions and responsibilities I carried, as all of us do.
The Reflection and the Dive
Standing on the shore, I saw shafts of light piercing through the dark waves, illuminating beams beneath the surface.
I saw my reflection on the water and had the thought that I would “shatter what you see, dive right through, immerse yourself.” In other words, break through the illusion and reflection of myself, and dive into the depths below. I simply knew without thinking that underneath that surface—within myself—was everything I needed. To “live and breathe down there, under the water” was a metaphor for breaking through the surface-level noise and dropping into myself instead… where the truth about who I am can be found, and where peace already lives. I just had to immerse myself within to find it.
Becoming the Water
At one point in the dream, my body became the lake… and then the river, and then the sea, and then the rain. These watery forms were a metaphor for the blood rushing through my veins, for the pulse of my own heart—ebbing and flowing, influenced by “the pull of the moon on the rising tide.”
The Gift of the Dream
You know how sometimes you ‘learn’ something, but it seems so right, so correct, and resonates so true that it’s more like a ‘remembering’ rather than a learning? This dream was that type of remembering…I felt it in my heart, of course:
It’s where we’re from.
It’s all inside.
It’s all water.”