I have been hearing how important it is for us to express our pain, to weep, to lament. There is no way forward without it they say, because staying 'above' our pain keeps us from acknowledging what is 'real' and what actions we must take to create a different reality. So say the sages.
I only know that in the process of listening to music that I have yet to record of which there must be nearly 100 songs, I came across this one, and upon listening, burst into tears. Tears of the pain we have caused, the havoc we have wrought upon this earth and all its inhabitants.
I know we can change this, though not without much more suffering. But I acknowledge with my crying and sobbing that no matter how enlightened we may eventually become, it will be because we have stared with weeping hearts straight into the abyss we have created.
And then, hope wells up once again.
12/21/2021 04:26:14 pm
an anthem .. a hymn .. sacred music.. should be performed in the great cathedrals of cities .. Thank you .. Dear Beverly Glenn Copland.. I would so much like to meet you . My dear .. now passed father Robert Ferguson.. was incredibly impressed and in complete admiration of you .. when you were at Millar Hill .. not far from the town of Dwight and close to Limberlost . You stayed at my great Aunt Biths log house and you moved a large piano into the log cabin .. He was so sad when is rather heartless sister stopped the rental of the cottage . IM SOOO incredibly happy as. afellow artist that the time you spent on that beautiful part of Ontario and it was fruitful. Would love to meet or offer you the cottage again for a time if you are ever in Muskoka again . My father had rented you and your partner at the time.. a pediatrician I believe a Doctor ..and you needed the place to compose. In great admiration of your wonderful work . Lelah B.-Ferguson..a teacher of art now in Germany.. and homesick for Canada
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