After change upon change, We are more or less the same
Once a year, for the past five years, I watch Joan Baez’s 75th birthday celebration concert – filmed at a favourite haunt of mine, the Beacon Theatre in NYC (YouTube – thank you). Every year something different stands out. Yesterday it was a duet with Emmylou Harris, two beautiful grey-haired ladies who reminded me of my own beautiful grey-haired lady – my sister Trisha who I haven’t seen for two long years.
They sing a song of hope. A song that was written in 1854 at a time of an epidemic (cholera) in the US.
“Let us pause in life’s pleasures
and count its many tears.
While we all sup sorrow with the poor
There’s a song that will linger
forever in our ears
Oh, hard times,
come again no more.”
I’ll drink to that.