It is obvious that I have not posted each day as I originally said, but unfortunately, there are just too many other things to do to keep up.
We had a marvelous rehearsal on Monday, in which, we added the instruments to the voices. That is always exciting. There are several corrections to make, so that must be done before the next rehearsal. We will be revisiting the concert hall next week to determine the final setup, and then we move on to the show.
The last time I posted, I introduced you to the Prairie Girl songs. Today I would like to introduce you to Earth Walking, Soul Longing, a nature based cycle of six songs which was composed between 2008 and 2010. The poems describe a spiritual journey between the great Earth mother and the individual soul. It also is a tale of how all of us turn away from our intuition about what is truth, what is right, and we go with whatever popular thought is that day–all the while knowing inside, something is not right. One is always off balance, not quite in sync, until one makes the commitment to reassemble yourself into the person that you know is right for you. This is what earth walking is about.
Earth Walking, Soul Longing was first premiered at the 7th Annual Musikanten Festival in Helena, Montana. This will be its New York premiere, which of course I am very excited about. This is a cycle which is close to my heart, and describes my own, as well as many others’ journey into finding a more earth-centered spirituality. Today is the Autumn Equinox. Traditionally on this day, one is supposed to offer prayers for the earth and others, not for one’s own self. As I am often up before dawn, I did that. Regardless of your personal religious or spiritual beliefs, I would urge each of you to take a few moments today just to think of the bounty the earth has given you, and in addition, to think how you might personally give back to the earth.
I am going to leave you with the second poem of this cycle. I think it describes most humans–how we wallow in our own thoughts, thinking of only ourselves. Then, there are those few moments of clarity in which we see things as they are, not nearly as bad as we think, and we are given a few moments of grace.
2. Defiance
Leaves
crimson and gold,
mud-tattered yellow,
defiantly cling to the known.
Entwining
and embracing,
they hug the asphalt wetness,
avoiding her wide-swathed broom.
Trudging
through dampened streets,
weighted with belongings and cares,
my path
is littered
with
disposable
thoughts.
Brain mutterings
muddle,
puddle,
become mired in muck.
A precious few lift and float,
bound toward
star and moon.