Interwoven

 

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My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue
An everlasting vision of the ever-changing view
A wondrous, woven magic in bits of blue and gold
A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold.
              “Tapestry” by Carol King (excerpt)

No, not impossible. Together we are interwoven threads of beauty. Leaving out unique textures and threads would be an injustice.

Feeling cold? Embrace the warmth of human kind’s tapestry.

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: texture

Love in the Dustbowl

Lyrics from one of my favorite songs.

Baby I know that we’ve got trouble in the fields
When the bankers swarm like locust out there turning away our yield
The trains roll by our silos, silver in the rain
They leave our pockets full of nothing
But our dreams and the golden grain
Have you seen the folks in line downtown at the station
They’re all buying their ticket out and talking the great depression
Our parents had their hard times fifty years ago
When they stood out in these empty fields in dust as deep as snow

[Chorus:]
And all this trouble in our fields
If this rain can fall, these wounds can heal
They’ll never take our native soil
But if we sell that new John Deere
And then we’ll work these crops with sweat and tears
You’ll be the mule I’ll be the plow
Come harvest time we’ll work it out
There’s still a lot of love, here in these troubled fields

There’s a book up on the shelf about the dust bowl days
And there’s a little bit of you and a little bit of me
In the photos on every page
Now our children live in the city and they rest upon our shoulders
They never want the rain to fall or the weather to get colder
[Chorus]

You’ll be the mule I’ll be the plow
Come harvest time we’ll work it out
There’s still a lot of love, here in these troubled fields

 

From Nanci Griffith’s CD: Dustbowl Symphony

       Nanci Griffith – Trouble In The Fields     

Changing Keys

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Oh, how the music drew me once –

a cadence with my own –

the perfect pitch, the unison,-

the Harmony of tone. –

 

But change of keys, a sharper chord –

A melody postponed –

That left behind a requiem –

of death from whence it’s grown 

                       – CD-W

 

 

Brother Ray, the Genius

Before Ray Charles lost his sight at the age of seven, he was mesmerized each time he went to Wylie Pitman’s Red Wing Cafe. While Pitman played boogie woogie on an old upright, he began teaching Charles how to play.

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My chalk painting of little Ray watching Pitman

 

Although without sight, he did not play Blindly. He had both direction and purpose and we are all better for having had him in our lives.