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The 79th National Folk Festival

Sign of things to come. (On a sidewalk in Salisbury, MD)

If Music is a Place — then Jazz is the City, Folk is the Wilderness, Rock is the Road, Classical is a Temple.

~ Vera Nazarian

Yet our land is still troubled by men who have to hate
They twist away our freedom and they twist away our fate
Fear is their weapon and treason is their cry.
We can stop them if we try.

~ Phil Ochs, Power and Glory (1960’s folk/protest song)

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A Tuesday ramble

At the edge of dawn.

Whether we and our politicians know it or not, Nature is party to all our deals and decisions, and she has more votes, a longer memory, and a sterner sense of justice than we do.

~ Wendell Berry

The grace that is the health of creatures can only be held in common.
In healing the scattered members come together.
In health the flesh is graced, the holy enters the world.

~ Wendell Berry, excerpt from What Are People For?: Essays (you can read more here)

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Between

A moment, in-between.

The solid ground we once took refuge in has disintegrated underneath us, sending us into unknown territory.  We were so sure we were beyond breaking yet again, that we had finished with all that, but the beloved is not interested in maintaining the status quo.  It is the nature of all form to disintegrate, so that new forms may emerge.

Between the worlds, burning up, longing for an end to the contradictions.  We have found ourselves in the liminal, but how do we rest there?  Where is the healing, the transcendence, the resolution?  How could we be asked to surrender more?  It can seem that we are falling apart, but were we ever together to begin with?  Is that even the right lens from which to attempt navigation?  Or were we always something more whole, more majestic than all that?

Slow way down.  Breathe deeply from the lower belly.  Feel your feet in the mud of the earth.  Sink into the womb of now.  For just this moment, set aside the need to understand, to figure it all out, or to replace this moment with another.  Today may not be the day for answers, but to let your heart break open to the vastness of the question.

Look up into the new summer sky.  Something is longing to be born, in you, as you, as the poetry of your life and as the gifts you will share with others.  Lay your hands on your heart.  Listen.  Receive.  There are blues coming into existence that have never made their way into this dimension.  Oranges, reds, yellows, and purples that have been sent to remind you of the rarity and outrageousness of one human heart.  Stay right here.  Don’t move from this moment.  Open your senses.  Step into the mystery.  See through the veil.  Everything that has ever happened and everyone you have ever met, has led up to right here and now.  Trust in the fires of disintegration and renewal, and in the timeline that is written within the cells of your heart.

~ Matt Licata

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A Monday meander: How I spent my summer vacation

An early morning walk.

The purpose of a vacation is to have the time to rest.  But many of us, even when we go on vacation, don’t know how to rest.  We may even come back more tired than before we left.

~ Thich Nhat Hahn

A vacation frequently means that the family goes away for a rest, accompanied by a mother who sees that the others get it.

~ Marcelene Cox

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The House Sparrow

Building a nest.

If we learn to read the birds-and their behaviors and vocalizations-through them, we can read the world at large… if we replace collision with connection, learn to read these details, feel at home, relax, and are respectful–ultimately the birds will yield to us the first rite of passage: a close encounter with an animal otherwise wary of our presence.

~ Jon Young, What the Robin Knows: How Birds Reveal the Secrets of the Natural World

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A Monday Meander: The redbuds and the greening

The new bridge to nowhere. I think the deer might use it because there is what looks like a deer path through the marsh on the other side. We use it to watch the tide, the fish, and the crabs come in and out of the pond.  (The old bridge M put up, using the old decking from the house, finally fell apart over the winter.  It was intended to be temporary and we were surprised it lasted as long as it did.)

It is a serious thing
Just to be alive
On this fresh morning
In this broken world.

~ Mary Oliver, excerpted from “Invitation”

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What’s new?

Beautiful lilies from a beautiful friend.

Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it, because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.

~ Frederick Buechner, Now and Then: A Memoir of Vocation

It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

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