Dear Loved Ones,
Here is a un-paralleled love song - a love song to measure all others from. You may listen and you may say to yourself "this is not a love song." To clarify my point of view, the honest lullaby I sang for my son was Old Paint. So, listen to it again, maybe tomorrow, or later today, and make yourself available to it, because I know its beauty will find you. It might take time.
You may feel as if you are watching Joesph Beuys, explaining pictures to a dead hare. But I always think, who better to explain them to? Who needs compassion more than a dead hare? This is a performance that uses talismanic power, uses the forces of the unseen, to repair. This may be too challenging at first, so just go back and listen to the Ballad of the Absent Mare again. Before long, you will be able to imagine what Joseph Beuys might have told the hare.
While you are learning to hear this song, listen to this lovely Emmy Lou Harris cover, too.
At first you might be impatient, but try again; See the mare's hoof pawing at the moon? Feel the breath of the whispered "whither thou goest, I will go" on your own neck?
PS More Beuys? Right here.
