Tea With Me: 25th March, 2020 Wednesday. Part 2
A Remedy for Lung Rabies Blues,,,
So as I wrote the last bit of Part 1, my brother sent a text to a family group text. It had a youtube link to a piece of music that carries my Papa straight to my Heart as it was his favorite piece.
Some of you who knew him and take the time to listen to this will feel the Hope and Joy embedded so deeply in my father’s Heart.
He was one of those who fought the Dark in WW2 and would not tell his tales aloud.
Apalachain Spring by Aaron Copeland. My Papa is embedded in these notes.
Copeland was lambasted as a fraud because he built on other’s notes. I say Bull Shit.
This piece twines round the Shaker hymn, Simple Gifts, lyrics written in 1848 by Joseph Brackett.
When I say Virus Teach is forcing us to learn a lesson we consistently avoid, I am not kidding. In this lyric and Copeland’s presentation of its notes come much less threatening instructors.
“Tis a gift to be simple, tis a gift to be free,
Tis a gift to come down where we ought to be
And when we find ourselves in the place just right
It will be in the garden of love and delight
When true simplicity is gained
To have and to hold we shan’t be ashamed.
To turn, turn will be our delight
And by turning, turning we come out right.”
Turn up the volume. Or wear your earpods, even better, let it rip through you with its Joy. This is what is possible, People.
Blessed Be .
Tea With Me 