Tuesday, April 28, 2020

I Hope You Dance—Murfin Home Confinement Music Festival 2020

I Hope You Dance sung by Lee Ann Womack.

I never thought of the 2000 Country and pop crossover mega-hit I Hope You Dance as likely fodder for the Home Confinement Music Festival until Billy Seger sang if for our Tree of Life UU Congregation’s Flower Communion service last Sunday.  But of course it’s perfect.

Lee Ann Womack's top hit album.
I Hope You Dance was written by Mark D. Sanders and Tia Sillers  for Country diva Lee Ann Womack who recorded it with Sons of the Desert, a band fronted by lead vocalist Drew Womack and his brother Tim on lead guitar.  The brothers Womack were no relation to Lee Ann. The song reached #1 on both the Billboard Hot Country Singles & Tracks and Hot Adult Contemporary Tracks charts, and # 14 on the Billboard Hot 100. It is considered Womack’s signature song is the only Billboard #1 for both Womack and Sons of the Desert.  It won the 2001 Country Music Association (CMA), Academy of Country Music (ACM), Nashville Songwriters Association International (NSAI), ASCAP, and Broadcast Music Incorporated (BMI) awards for Song of the Year. It also won the Grammy Award for Best Country Song and was nominated for Song of the Year.

                                                                                The Sons of the Desert in 1994.                                                                                                                          
The song was written from the point of view of an unknown narrator to an unidentified person—a slightly quirky love song.  Womack immediately thought of it as a song from a parent to a child or teen going through a tough time.  It was an unexpected hit with young people, not the usual Country audience and became a staple at proms and graduations.  It was also for several years the favorite song for father/bride dances at weddings.
At her request Womack sang I Hope You Dance at poet Maya Angelou’s funeral service.
The song also became words of comfort for those experiencing pain or loss—which makes it perfect for this context.

Starhawk’s Verses of Muscular Spirituality and Eco-Feminism—National Poetry Month 2020

Young Starhawk in the California woods..
When the history of religion and spirituality in the late 20th Century America is written it is possible that the most influential person might not be some mega-church pastor with a perfect pompadour and dazzling white smile, a learned theologian with a break-out idea, a Prelate or President of some denomination, or the guru of some eastern mysticism, but a nice Jewish girl from St. Paul, Minnesota with wild hair and a penchant for colorful flowing robes.
Miriam Simos was born on June 17, 1951.  Both of her parents were the children of Jewish emigrants from Russia.  Her father died when she was only 5 and she was brought up by her mother, Bertha Claire Goldfarb Simos, a professor of social work at the University of California at Berkley.  They lived in Venice, a beach town that was a center of surfing and alternative lifestyles.
Miriam’s mother was a feminist and she was an activist herself by the time she attended high school where she was close to fellow student Christina Hoff Sommers, who would go on in later years to fame as a leading conservative critic of modern feminism.
Miriam was a bright student and a sponge for the social changes swirling around her.  Enrolling at UCLA she aspired to be a writer, graduating in 1973.  While going on to pursue a graduate degree in film there she wrote A Weight of Gold an autobiographical novel and screen play about growing up in Venice, which won the prestigious Samuel Goldwyn Writing Award.  
Although the novel was not published, the recognition and encouragement led her to try to make a literary career in New York.  She then returned to California.  Basing herself in the Bay Area she was active in feminist, peace, anti-nuclear, ecological, and anarchist circles.
She was drawn to the burgeoning neo-pagan movement, especially Wicca and took the craft name Starhawk, under which she would climb to fame and influence within the movement.  She studied under Victor Anderson, who synthesized various world shamanistic traditions and founded the Feri Tradition to make those beliefs accessible to Americans.  She also studied with Zsuzsanna Budapest, founder of Dianic Wicca, a monotheistic goddess worshiping group who meet in women-only covens.  Budapest’s Susan B. Anthony Coven was both feminist/separatist and engaged in the politics of the world.

The 20th Anniversary editions of Starhawk' influential manifesto for eco-feminist and activist paganism.
Starhawk herself was also drawn deeply to a mystic connection to the earth.   She was alienated by the refusal of many of her neo-pagan contemporaries, particularly in main stream Wicca to engage in the world.  She synthesized her experienced into a manifesto of sorts on a muscular Goddess worship, The Spiral Dance which she completed in 1977.  Frustratingly, she was unable to find a publisher.  
Feminist religious scholar Carol P. Christ included an article by Starhawk on witchcraft and the Goddess movement in her influential anthology, Womanspirit Rising in 1979.  In that book Starhawk explained herself:
I am a witch, by which I mean that I am somebody who believes that the earth is sacred, and that women and women’s bodies are one expression of that sacred being. My spirituality has always been linked to my feminism.  Feminism is about challenging unequal power structures. So, it also means challenging inequalities in race, class, sexual preference. What we need to be doing is not just changing who holds power, but changing the way we conceive of power. There is the power we’re all familiar with—power over. But there is another kind of power—power from within. For a woman, it is the power to be fertile either in terms of having babies or writing books or dancing or baking bread or being a great organizer. It is the kind of power that doesn’t depend on depriving someone else.
Inclusion in that book led to the publication of The Spiral Dance: A Rebirth of the Ancient Religion of the Great Goddess by Harper and Row later the same year.  It became one of the bestselling and most influential neo-pagan books ever published.  It was a compendium of theological thought, history, and ritual practices.  New editions published on the 10th and 20th anniversaries of the first edition expanded on the original with additional reflection on the growth and evolutions of Starhawks’s thought.
The book was widely influential well beyond the still small and idiosyncratic world of neo-paganism.  It was avidly read by feminists, those interested in deep ecology, and women in small towns and cities who had felt isolated and alone.
Meanwhile Starhawk was also pursuing a Masters Degree in Psychology from the University of Antioch West in San Francisco, from which she graduated in 1982 leading to an academic career at institutions that include John F. Kennedy University, Antioch West, the Institute of Culture and Creation Spirituality at Holy Names College, and Wisdom University. She is presently adjunct faculty at the California Institute of Integral Studies, and is currently affiliated with United for Peace and Justice, Earth Activist Training, and other groups. 
Starhawk’s deep critique of the common rhetoric of patriarchy and her concern that connection to the Earth and nature calls for a kind of activism in the world that was new to neo-paganism.  She pointedly asked,  “What do we do...those of us who do believe the earth is sacred, who do believe that we have a responsibility to care for the living systems that sustain us, and who do believe that we have a responsibility to take care of each other?”
Brining that activism to the public has been key.  In 1979 to celebrate the publication of her book Starhawk and friends organized a Bay Area Samhain (Halloween) celebration including a mass Spiral Dance.  Out of that loose association grew the Reclaiming Community, now an international movement that fuses neo-paganism with activism and offers classes in non-violence, civil disobedience, organizing and the like.  It is particularly active in overcoming the sense of white privilege which Starhawk believes has infested much of the neo-pagan community.  
Starhawk was active in founding CUUPS which helped lead to the adoption of the Unitarian Universalsit 7th Principle--"respect for the independent web of existance of which we are a part.
Starhawk was an early and influentially active member of the Covenant of Unitarian Universalist Pagans (CUUPS).  She contributed heavily to the adoption of the Unitarian Universalist Association’s Seventh Principle, “Respect for the Interdependent Web of All Existence of Which We Are a Part” in 1983, a move led by the faith’s growing eco-feminist movement.  That inclusion has in many ways profoundly changed traditional Unitarian Universalism broadening its roots from radical Christianity and modern Humanism, influencing the way the faith act in the world, and being a major catalyst for a revival of spirituality in the liberal faith.  She continues to lead CUUPS workshops and retreats.
Although she helped found and continues to be active in the Covenant of the Goddess, legally recognized as a church since 1977. Starhawk’s interest transcends institutionalism in organized religion.  Through various activities, agencies, and groups she seeks to share a broad vision that transcends any single cult or practice.  To this end she has published widely.  In addition for the editions of the Spiral Dance her many books include Dreaming the Dark: Magic, Sex, and Politics in 1982, where she elaborated on the role of ritual as an agent of societal change; Truth Or Dare: Encounters with Power, Authority and Mystery in 1987, a synthetization her views on personal development, political action and witchcraft into a psychology of liberation; and the ecotopian novel The Fifth Sacred Thing in 1993.  In addition her articles and essays have been widely published and translated around the world.
In the late ‘80’s Starhawk revisited her old interest in films, writing and staring in three films known collectively as the Women and Spirituality Trilogy for the National Film Board of Canada.  The widely hailed poetic documentaries include Goddess Remembered in 1989, The Burning Times in 1990, and Full Circle in 1993.  In addition she has released numerous spoken word CDs.
Activism as continued to be important to Starhawk.  She leads training sessions in mindful activism and civil disobedience for many groups.  She contributes to a YouTube video series aimed at Unitarian Universalist activists and she wrote the call-to-action for the women’s peace organization Code Pink which engaged in numerous high profile civil disobedience actions in protest to the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.
Today Starhawk is probably the most influential elder or crone of feminist neo-paganism.
Today her earth-based, feminist spirituality is widely influential beyond the growing neo-pagan community.  She is taught in theological schools and seminaries and theologians seek to reconcile the Divine Feminine and active, muscular reverence for the Earth with traditional Christianity.  Starhawk address this wider world as a major contributor to Belief Net and as a columnist for On Faith, the Newsweek/Washington Post online forum on religion.  
At 63 Starhawk lives communally with her second husband David Miller in San Francisco and also spends time at a simple hut in the woods western Sonoma County, California, where she practices permaculture in her extensive gardens, meditates, and writes.
Starhawk wrote in 2017, “In the midst of the swirling chaos of this political moment comes the festival of Brigid, ancient Celtic Goddess of fire and water, of smithcraft, poetry and healing. Below is a Brigid poem, loosely based on the invocation I offered at a Reclaiming’s Brigid ritual, as thousands crowded into airports around the country to resist Trump’s illegal Muslim ban.”

Starhawk chose this illustration for her poem--A stylized Unitarian Universalist chalice superimposed of Brigid's fiery forge.


Brigid of the Forge,
the alchemy of making metal out of rock,
forging tools and weapons both.

We are a community uncomfortable with weapons.
We have spent our lives, some of us,
fighting against them.

Yet now there are lessons we need to learn
from the blade.

We have been hammered.
Now teach us to have an edge,
sharp and discerning,
to cut through lies.

We need the unity, the determination,
the momentum of a sword thrust.
The warrior’s selfless focus,
to be strategic,
to have a point.

We would rather wield
the digging fork or the pruning hook,
but we are called now,
not only to defend,
but to advance.

Brigid you are fire and water,
Holy well and sacred flame.
May the protectors of water
drink from your well.
May the homeless, the refugees,
warm themselves at your hearth.

You are smith, but also poet and healer.

May our words ring true as steel,
or better, as a great, chiming bell,
cracks mended.

May we carve out a space,
where our hands are free
to let go the grip on the hilt,
and open
to the caress of healing.

And may our hands
join with your great hand
to grasp that torch of liberty
and raise it high
above the currents’ rush and swell— 
a welcome, a promise, a pledge.

—Starhawk

In 2012 as U.S. remote control war continued rage in a Iraq, Afghanistan, and other corners of the world Starhawk spoke out.


A Maenad Prophecy dance.


Maenad Prophecy

When kings wage unjust war,
When poison fills the skies,
When the rich prey on the poor,
When hope for justice dies

When a spell lies o’er the land,
Of malice and of lies,
Then a wild and fearless band
Of women shall arise

Crazy saints, yoginis,
Peering through the gloom,
Maenads and dakinis
Witches grab your brooms!

Sweep away the stench
Sweep away the sneers!
Sweep away the clench
Of hunger and of fears

Dance to feel the passion
Dance to wake the wild,
To honor deep compassion,
For the forest and the child,

Dance to keep the Arctic cool,
To keep the jungle green,
Dance for every holy fool,
For every wound unseen.

Dance for justice, dance for peace
Dance for life to thrive,
May beauty, health and joy increase
For every being alive

Dance in love, dance in wrath,
For chains to fall apart,
Dance to choose a better path,
Dance for strength of heart,

All across the nation,
Bankers quail and glower,
Cracked is the foundation
Of the bastions of power

Strong walls crumble,
Kings face their final hour,
An angry earth shall rumble,
Down shall fall the Tower.

And through its stones shall weave the roots
Of a living tree
That offers us its shining fruits
Of truth and liberty

Fruit to fill each empty hand
With sweet gifts of the earth
Dance to heal this bleeding land--

A new world comes to birth.

—Starhawk 



Both of those protest poems were rooted in Starhawk's most enduring value—

Community
Somewhere, there are people
to whom we can speak with passion
without having the words catch in our throats.
Somewhere a circle of hands will open to receive us,
eyes will light up as we enter, 
voices will celebrate with us
whenever we come into our own power.
Community means strength that joins us our strength
to do the work that needs to be done.
Arms to hold us when we falter.
A circle of healing.  A circle of friends.
Someplace where
we can be free.

—Starhawk

Monday, April 27, 2020

Tomorrow from Annie—Murfin Home Confinement Music Festival 2020


Tomorrow from Annie sung by Andrea McArdle.

Tomorrow from the 1977 Broadway smash Annie is probably the most hopeful and optimistic anthem of the American stage.  As such it has thoroughly disgusted cynics and sophisticates becoming a perennial favorite of middle brow audiences.  
Harold Grey's Sandy and Annie with those weird blank round eyes.                                                                                                                                                                                                     
Annie was based on Harold Grey’s long-running comics page serial Little Orphan Annie and set smack dab in the middle of the Great Depression featuring the adventures of a plucky waif and her shaggy dog Sandy.  As in the strip, Annie finds reluctant refuge with millionaire war profiteer Daddy Warbucks.  The girl was supposed to represent an up-from-the-bootstraps attitude that didn’t want or need any damn handout.  Grey was an arch-conservative with nothing but disdain and hatred for the socialist New Deal, a position that endeared him to his publisher Colonel Robert R. McCormick of the Chicago Tribune.
Thomas Meehan who wrote the book for the musical had vastly different ideas.  Annie is a symbol of the downtrodden poor.  The New Deal and Franklin D. Roosevelt are themselves beacons of hope.  Annie even sang a reprise of the song directly to FDR.
The song was written by Charles Strouse and lyrics by Martin Charnin.  With different lyrics it was originally intended for a musical version of Flowers for Algernon but was lifted for Annie which was floundering in Washington, D.C. tryouts to beef up the first act.

Andrea McArdle and Reid Shelton as Daddy Warbucks in the original Broadway Production of Annie.
Since Andrea McArdle first took the stage as the moppet thousands of girls—and a handful of boys—have belted out the number in hundreds of stage productions around the world—revivals, tours, regional theater, community, and schools as well as two movies—1982 and 2014— and a Wonderful World of Disney T.V. adaption.
But I will always associate the song with the 2008 shooting at the Tennessee Valley Unitarian Universalist Church in Knoxville, Tennessee where members of two UU congregations gathered to hear a performance of Annie, Jr.  Fortunately the children in the cast had not yet taken the stage when a deranged gunman opened up killing four and wounding several others.  The next day at a memorial service organized by churches and congregations across Knoxville the children demanded to be allowed to sing Tomorrow.  There was not a dry eye in the crowd and I was moved to write a poem, Knoxville: 7/27/2008 10:26 a.m.

Today we will hear the original Annie singing Tomorrow on the 1977 Tony Awards TV broadcast.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            


Easter, 1916—National Poetry Month 2020

Irish Volunteers on the march in Dublin in the outset of the 1916 Easter Rebellion.

Last Friday, April 24 was 104th anniversary of the day when the Irish Volunteers, Irish Citizen’s Army, the 200 women members of Cumann na mBan, and a small force of Hibernian Rifles seized key buildings in Dublin, including the General Post Office and read the Proclamation of the Irish Republic.  It was, by no coincidence, Easter Monday.

In the five bloody days that followed the Royal Navy shelled the city and thousands of troops poured in eventually crushing the rebellion with heavy casualties.  All seven signatories of the Proclamation including Padraig Pearce and the wounded socialist and radical labor unionist James Connolly and seven others, including men who were not even directly involved, were executed by firing squads.

Stunned crowds gather before the bombed out ruins of the Dublin General Post Office after the surrender of the Rebels.

Over 1,500 rebels were placed in virtual concentration camps where they met in secret and plotted revolution.  
The Rebellion was crushed but despite epic British repression, the flame of Irish independence and liberty was never extinguished.  Survivors of the insurrection and those inspired by the sacrifices the Irish martyrs met and organized in secret over the next years under the political leadership of the Sinn Féin party and the creation of the Irish Republican Army. The Declaration of Independence was a document adopted by Dáil Éireann, the revolutionary parliament of the Irish Republic, at its first meeting in the Mansion House in Dublin on January 21, 1919. 
A bloody and remorseless year a half guerilla war revolution followed.  By mid-1920 revolutionary forces we in de facto control of most of the country except for the capital in Dublin and majority Protestant Ulster where a particularly savage civil war was contested.  The British were exhausted by the monumental losses of the Great War of 1914-1918 public opinion was rising against continuing a war in Ireland.
In May 1921, Ireland was partitioned under British law by the Government of Ireland Act, which created Northern Ireland. Both sides agreed to a truce on July 11. The post-ceasefire talks led to the signing of the Anglo-Irish Treaty on December 6.1921.  This ended British rule in most of Ireland and, after a ten-month transitional period overseen by a provisional government, the Irish Free State was created as a self-governing Dominion of the British Empire on December 6, 1922 while Northern Ireland remained within the United Kingdom. 

The assassination of Michael Collins during the Irish Civil War.
But Republicans were bitterly divided over the exclusion of Ulster from the rest of the country. After the ceasefire, violence in Belfast and fighting in border areas of Northern Ireland continued, and the factions of the IRA launched a failed Northern offensive in May 1922. In June disagreement among republicans over the Anglo-Irish Treaty broke out into the eleven-month Irish Civil War.  Eamon DeVallera rallied forces against the Provisional Government headed by Michael Collins, IRA commander during the revolution.  Collins was assassinated August and many anti-treaty Republican leaders were also killed.  Casualties probably greatly exceeded those lost during the Revolution.  The Free State government finally prevailed.
But DeVallera and his hyper-Catholic nationalists made steady political gains over the next decade and a half while the anti-treaty or irregular IRA continued to operate on a low level in the North.   Following a national plebiscite in July 1937 a new Constitution of Ireland replaced the Constitution of the Irish Free State and adopted Éire as the new name of the country.  While Articles 2 and 3 of the Constitution defined the national territory to be the whole island, they also confined the state’s jurisdiction to the area that had been the Irish Free State.
DeVallera’s Fianna Fáil party became the dominant force in the country and he became  Taoiseach—prime minister serving three times.  

Eamon DeVallera  dominated Irish politics after the Civil War  and the creation of Ã‰ire.

The dream of uniting Ireland never went away and there were periodic campaigns by IRA elements in Ulster for years.  The late 1960’s saw the beginning of The Troubles that continued for decades until 1998 when a shaky cease fire and a drawn-out peace process began.  Finally the St Andrews Agreement between the British and Irish governments and Northern Ireland's political parties in relation to the devolution of power in the region led to a final withdrawal of British troops in Northern Ireland and Sinn Féin finally agreeing to participate in Northern Ireland’s parliament.

Youths in Free Derry confront and taunt British troops duing the Troubles.  It was a dangerous game.

The ride has not been all smooth since then, but general peace has prevailed.  Brexit has threatened to erect a tariff wall between the Republic and the North since Éire remained staunchly attached to the European Union which could destroy the common economy of the island. 
On the other hand the government in the South has finally shaken domination by the Catholic Church and adopted liberal reforms allowing for divorce and even abortion which makes the South less threatening to Protestants in the North.  Even those Protestants, now on the verge of becoming a minority in Ulster, also rejected Brexit although they were dragged into it.  It is not inconceivable the Northern Ireland like Scotland and perhaps Wales could seek to leave the United Kingdom to rejoin Europe which could finally lead to the reunification of Ireland.

William Butler Yeats  regarded as one of the greatest poets writing in English of the 20th Century.

That’s a lot of history and drama.  Which makes William Butler Yeats’ powerful poem Easter 1916 seem more prophetic. Yeats, generally listed along with Anglo-American T.S. Eliot as one of the greatest English Language poets of the 20th Century, witnessed the Rising but did not participate.  In fact at first he was ambivalent at first as were many surprised Dubliners.  But he was moved by the executions of the leaders.  Easter, 1916 became a Republican rallying cry.  It is always read at annual commemorations of the Rising in Dublin.

Padraig Pearce post the Proclamation of the Irish Republic on the General Post Office with a guard of his Irish Volunteers while Dubliners went about their business on Easter Sunday 1916.
Easter, 1916

I have met them at close of day  
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey  
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the head  
Or polite meaningless words,  
Or have lingered awhile and said  
Polite meaningless words,
And thought before I had done  
Of a mocking tale or a gibe  
To please a companion
Around the fire at the club,  
Being certain that they and I  
But lived where motley is worn:  
All changed, changed utterly:  
A terrible beauty is born.

That woman's days were spent  
In ignorant good-will,
Her nights in argument
Until her voice grew shrill.
What voice more sweet than hers  
When, young and beautiful,  
She rode to harriers?
This man had kept a school  
And rode our wingèd horse;  
This other his helper and friend  
Was coming into his force;
He might have won fame in the end,  
So sensitive his nature seemed,  
So daring and sweet his thought.
This other man I had dreamed
A drunken, vainglorious lout.
He had done most bitter wrong
To some who are near my heart,  
Yet I number him in the song;
He, too, has resigned his part
In the casual comedy;
He, too, has been changed in his turn,  
Transformed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

Hearts with one purpose alone  
Through summer and winter seem  
Enchanted to a stone
To trouble the living stream.
The horse that comes from the road,  
The rider, the birds that range  
From cloud to tumbling cloud,  
Minute by minute they change;  
A shadow of cloud on the stream  
Changes minute by minute;  
A horse-hoof slides on the brim,  
And a horse plashes within it;  
The long-legged moor-hens dive,  
And hens to moor-cocks call;  
Minute by minute they live:  
The stone's in the midst of all.

Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.  
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven's part, our part  
To murmur name upon name,  
As a mother names her child  
When sleep at last has come  
On limbs that had run wild.  
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;  
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith  
For all that is done and said.  
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;  
And what if excess of love  
Bewildered them till they died?  
I write it out in a verse—
MacDonagh and MacBride  
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:  
A terrible beauty is born.

—William Butler Yeats