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Tunes for a Monday Morning

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Above: "Harder to Hear" from Romantica, a country, roots, and gospel band from Minneapolis, fronted by Irish singer-songwriter Ben Kyle.

Below: "Something to Believe In" by King Creosote (Kenny Anderson), a singer-songwriter from Fife, Scotland.

Above: "Seven Notes" by Nancy Kerr, a London-born singer-songwriter and fiddle player now based in Sheffield. 

Below: "Trespassers" by State Broadcasters, an alt folk band from Glasgow, Scotland.

Today's music is dedicated to the the struggling, the despairing, the frightened, the endangered, the different, the immigrants and refugees and Others everywhere. With love.

Rune Guneriussen

The imagery above is from Norwegian installation artist and photographer Rune Guneriussen.

Comments

I love all four of these songs, but especially the last one. This line in the song struck my heart hard-

'I try to imagine a landscape without you, a wilderness here.'

This is exactly how I feel when I think of Brexit and closed borders, and all the people from other parts of the EU who will be leaving Britain- either forced out or chosing to leave because they no longer feel welcome here. This country will be for me a wilderness without people from other places welcome here, and not wilderness in a good way, but in a barren impoverished way.

The video is charming but it had me in tears.

My apologies for being away from Myth & Moor for so long, family issues took up all our free time for the last several months and only now are we settling back into a more normal life again. What a surprise to come back here and find the new format! It's beautiful, Terri.

That first photo is so intriguing. It draws one up the stream. Follow the light.

Trespassers Here

Here, in the landscape
I have just
learned to love;
where the sea feathers
my ankles, my son's knees;
where the sun warms
our cold shoulders,
and we kneel for a blessing.

Here we are trespassers.
No hand reaches out
to pull us from the waves.
A push is more likely,
palms in our faces,
my son's stumble encouraged,
his childish anger stirred.

We are not thieves stealing
your rain,, your wind.
We do not box in your sun,
pollute your earth.
You are already yourself
a trespasser on the land.

Once you, too, were stranger
to the grass, lurker
in someone else's woods.
Once you, too struggled
through the shallows
towards home.

We are all trespassers
in the heart of the world,
marking it with our footprints,
brooming nothing away.
Small seeds strewn
in unwelcome furrows.
Weeds with needs.

Take my hand,
I will take yours,
together we can hold
the earth to its promise
of green and grain,
of the growth of home.

We can turn and welcome
the next trespassers,
not our enemies,
but our grandchildren,
inheriting the world.

©2017 Jane Yolen all rights reserved

Thank you so very much. My Monday morning treat is to read and listen to your blog...what wonderful visuals to go with beautiful music.

Heart-breaking beautiful collection, oh Terri how like that moth you are ... or is it the light you are? So touched am I, oh my. My broken heart loves the expressed here. Thank you.

Hi Jane

We are all trespassers
in the heart of the world,
marking it with our footprints,
brooming nothing away.
Small seeds strewn
in unwelcome furrows.
Weeds with needs.

Take my hand,
I will take yours,
together we can hold
the earth to its promise
of green and grain,
of the growth of home.

This poem is one of the most beautiful and moving pieces I have read on the subject of refugees and immigrants and the plight they face not only from conflict but the arrogance and apathy of humanity. The voice in this poem touches deeply and its call for unity so needed and so essential to all of our global survival. Thank you for sharing this piece, it is incredibly written in skill but also in feeling and insight.

I love this!!
Take care
Wendy

I will go happily with your response tucked into a corner of my heart to a seder tonight where we will all surely be discussing Sean Spicer's press conference where he said, "Even the despicable Hitler didn't use chemical weapons on people. . ."

Jane

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