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Heavenly hiking

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Yesterday was the best hike of all. Marjorie drove four of us to the Wild Rivers Recreation Area, about a 40-minute trip from Taos. This recreation area includes the confluence of the Red River and the Rio Grande. We chose a hike that went from the rim to the bottom of the Rio Grande canyon — less than a mile long, but a major change in elevation.

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Near the rim, the hiking path was bordered by a calf-high barrier. A good thing, because it was icy and slick in a few areas. But as it went lower into the canyon, the little “fence” disappeared. The trail made many, many switchbacks and was never extremely steep.

All along it were unobtrusive but wonderfully informative interpretive signs. We learned about piñon pine, juniper, ponderosa pine, yucca, sage, chamisa, and many other plants. Near the bottom were picnic shelters beside a beautiful pond that looked as if it had been designed to go in a Japanese garden — with a crop of lush watercress along one side.

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At the bottom of the canyon, it was wonderful! It reminded me of the New River Gorge a little, except that the mountains were higher and the rocks were black basalt created by volcanic action instead of the ancient sandstone boulders I’m used to seeing. Pilar and I saw what we think was a bald eagle.

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We sat on rocks and enjoyed the sun and the sound of rapids for about half an hour, then began the climb to the rim. Looking up, I couldn’t believe we’d come so far; and I couldn’t believe I would be able to haul myself back up. But we all did it, slowly and surely, though we agreed that it was a good workout. I personally am eternally grateful to Marjorie for bringing chocolate.

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Abstract art

One of the things I love about having a digital camera is that it can see so much better than I can! It’s like carrying around a little microscope: you set it for “closeup,” hold it close, snap, and then look at what you couldn’t possibly see before. And so often what I see looks like wonderful abstract art to me. Here are three “paintings” made of lichen on rocks, from yesterday’s walk on the mountain:

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Sky signs

Yesterday afternoon, I drove up to my casita. Pilar was standing outside looking at the sky (we have time to do that, here!), and I joined her. This is what it looked like in the west:

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We were both so amazed by the way the clouds seemed “caught” in the trees. Then we looked toward the east, and saw this:

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And right in our own backyard.

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A couple of days ago I had my fourth voice lesson with Leslie Harrington, a Taos resident and a terrific singer. Among his many singing credits are opera performances that have received rave reviews from the New York Times. He can literally make windows rattle; I’ve seen and heard this happen.

Now, don’t get excited or alarmed: I don’t think there’s any chance I’m going to come back to West Virginia with an opera voice. For one thing, I am beginning to have an appreciation for the sheer amount of dedicated practice that would take. For another, my vocal apparatus, like the rest of my body, is middle-aged.

What I’m learning is more subtle and more exciting to me: That my voice (and yours) is both a physical and a spiritual entity. That my vocal range corresponds to an internal “cello” inside my body, and that I can reach the pitch I want by directing my breath toward a specific place inside me. That pitch is more about “feeling” than “hearing.” That the tongue is a marvelous part of the body — suddenly, the phrase “mother tongue” seems very beautiful and evocative to me.

And, perhaps most important, something I already knew but needed to hear from a great singer: That it’s in the song, not the singer, where the magic and mystery and power reside. That we who make noise or write lyrics do it in the service of something far beyond our understanding. We know this intuitively when we connect with an audience — or with a performer. We know it when we see a great painting, or paint one. When we read a poem that brings us to tears. Whenever we are uplifted by art.

See why I enjoy my voice lessons?

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Kit controversy

On the way to New Mexico, I happened to read a history of the Cherokee Nation. Like most people, I accepted the fact that the Europeans had treated Native Americans unfairly without really knowing much about it. The details of the story are horrifying. The sheer number of treaties broken and disregarded by the white men. The near-extinction of a native population by disease. The demonization of a race (“Indian savages” instead of “Muslim extremists”) in order to instill and inflame fear. This happened to many more tribes than the Cherokee, of course, although the Trail of Tears may top the list of atrocities.

Perhaps it’s not at all surprising that the historical marker next to the grave of Kit Carson, after whom a National Forest and a Taos public park are named, has been “amended” by some anonymous writer:

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The aspens behind my casita

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Aren’t they magnificent? These are actually in Marjorie’s yard, but she’s very nice about sharing them. I can see them from my back window and spend some time gazing at them every day. I had to use Photostitch (for the first time!) to make them fit in one photo.

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Evolution of a workshop

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From Taos, you can see Pedernal, the flat-topped mountain Georgia O’Keeffe painted so many times that she claimed God had given it to her personally. The mountain is the distinguishing landmark near Ghost Ranch, O’Keeffe’s home and studio, and now a wonderful arts center. This year, I’m planning to come back to New Mexico in October to lead a workshop at Ghost Ranch. Two jaunts to New Mexico in one year! Here’s how it happened:

It all started with Anita Skeen — poet, English professor at Michigan State University, free spirit, creative dynamo, and unabashed peacenik. When she learned that MSU’s Kresge Art Museum was mounting an exhibition of 60’s abstract paintings, she contacted the curator and suggested adding music and poetry. Of course, it would be 60’s music and poetry. Better yet, it would be protest music and poetry.

The time was right: Another era of unrest. Another unpopular war. And, as she had learned from her own students, another generation that was clamoring to make a difference.

That’s how Julie Adams and I got the enviable job, last February, of doing the Kresge Museum’s first music performance. Anita put us in charge of choosing the songs; she selected poems and coached the students who would do readings to be interspersed throughout the concert.

We searched the Internet, asked friends for recommendations, and chose our own favorites — striving to balance the folky, the funky, and the downright outraged. We added a couple of songs that didn’t quite fit into the era because they fit the theme so well (like Paul Simon’s “American Tune”) and we included a few that weren’t, strictly speaking, protest songs (“Teach Your Children”) because we loved singing them.

The museum was a wonderful performing space; how many singers can say they’ve had a Morris Louis painting for a backdrop? We were equally thrilled by the audience, and the fact that they sang along, even the students. (“We were raised by hippies,” one of them remarked. “We grew up with these songs.”)

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(Okay, it’s not the greatest picture of me or Julie, but I want you to meet Anita, between us.)

Driving home to West Virginia, we said to one another, “Could we do this in Charleston? With more musicians?” Collaborating on a fundraiser with WV Patriots for Peace was a natural. After all, it’s no coincidence that the word “harmony” describes peace as well as musical resonance.

Artist Charly Jupiter Hamilton donated his artwork for a poster. The members of WV Patriots for Peace went all out to publicize the concert. And, on May 19, 2006, many talented friends joined us for a special evening of songs and poetry for peace.

It was another incredible evening. A standing-room-only crowd packed Christ Church United Methodist. Everyone sang. Many people wore vintage tie-dyed shirts and bell-bottoms. Funds were raised for the important work of peace-making. We had a good time. We felt a revival of hope.

Now, back to Anita. In addition to teaching English at MSU, she coordinates writing programs for Ghost Ranch. And, this year, she has asked Julie and me to focus a weeklong singing/songwriting workshop on “words and music that change the world.”

Our workshop — which runs from October 8 to 14, 2007— is just one part of the tenth annual Fall Writing Festival at Ghost Ranch. It will be a celebratory time. In addition to our workshop, there will be many other classes. Participants can focus on poetry, fiction, essays, travel writing, playwriting, bookbinding, and more. Whatever you choose to study, we promise we’ll be singing together in the evenings.

Check out the Ghost Ranch website and my Protest Songs page on the Blogroll at the right side of this page for more information. Think about joining us this fall at Ghost Ranch, and please tell your friends.

‘Cause the times, they are a-changing.

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