Our Lives Are On Loan

A lovely morning, the sky streaked with cerulean blue and white, promising warmth. Later, thunder and colder.

We live in a difficult moment, one filled with extinctions. In response, we raise our voices and demand change. There is hope yet, although hope must coexist with the very real threat that no one is listening. There is a nightmarish quality to things, as we find ourselves struggling to make sense of events over which we have little control. Continue reading

Song and Memory

Cow_AutumnAutumn is working its way down the hillsides. In our valley we are yet to arrive at peak; here near the lake the foliage is deceptively green with patches of vibrant color. The weather remains much too warm and dry, although we had a hard freeze away from the lake a couple of nights ago. I imagine the weather service will now stop issuing frost and freeze advisories. All the while, our garden soldiers on.

Last night we attended a concert of music of the Sephardic Jewish diaspora, as imagined and performed by the Guy Mendilow Ensemble. The program wandered across countries and centuries, from Fifteenth Century Spain and Portugal, to the Holocaust in Sarajevo.

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