“We still had the feeling that if we could sing loud enough and strong enough and hopefully enough, it would make a difference.”
I had a very different posting planned for today but then I found out that Ronnie Gilbert died on Saturday at the age of 88. She had an extraordinary voice and her personality just sparkled. While, justifiably, best known as the “girl” in the Weavers, she sang with an eclectic group of people over the decades and always worked for what she felt was right. She continued to draw inspiration from what was happening around her.
The Weavers had a long and tumultuous history. A massive success in the early 50’s including a #1 hit in 1950 they became pariahs by 1953 as they made the “blacklist” when it turned out that several members were “Commie Symps”. AS late as 1962 they were banned from performing on NBC’s “Jack Paar Show” when they refused to sign loyalty oaths. They had a successful reunion concert at Carnegie Hall in 1963 and performed for the last time as the four original members in 1980 as documented in the movie about their career: Wasn’t That A Time.
Other vivid views are here: vivid.
And neither is the photograph.
“The very idea of “managing” a forest in the first place is oxymoronic, because a forest is an ecosystem that is by definition self-managing.”
Few people know how to take a walk. The qualifications are endurance, plain clothes, old shoes, an eye for nature, good humor, vast curiosity, good speech, good silence and nothing too much. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Look at the waterfall. See how the shadow scroll. If you believe me, we’ll stay together. – Jimmy Cliff
As a reminder on May 12th, Todd starts his 8 day Hudson Run. You can read about it at the link.
If you look closely at a tree you’ll notice it’s knots and dead branches, just like our bodies. What we learn is that beauty and imperfection go together wonderfully.
– Matthew Fox
Imperfection is much on my mind these days. How we grow, how we are bent by our environment, how, in looking to find our “true self” we throw away or bury pieces that we believe don’t fit. Only later do we realize how much we could use that discarded facet. Conversely we nurture and celebrate things that turn out to be harmful to our very existence in the long run…
The quote above gives me hope that I am looking through the wrong end of the telescope.