I just finished writing "Mother Earth Blues," a mini-musical for kids (of all ages), that fits into a Sunday worship service (about 25 minutes in length), and raises awareness of the plight of the rainforest and the people who live there. This piece is based on research into such tribes as the Myangma in the rainforests of NIcaragua and also draws upon my recent visit to tribal rural forest people in India. On that trip, during a ceremony, myself and several others presented a land title (which had been issued by the Indian government) to a tribal person. This work is slated to be presented in Colorado in May, and there are possibilities also of it being presented in other parts of the U.S. and Canada. I love working on these "shows." This is my sixth? one, I have lost count.
Sometimes at the bedside of the frail I am inspired to create sweet lullaby like melodies and songs on my wooden flutes and voice. Often those who are the most sick bring out this tenderness in me, which translates into waltz like 6/8 rhythms. A lyric and melody I started at the bedside for a dying patient this year became a song today, with more complete lyrics, melody and chords. While I was sitting with this person, having the sense of their impending passing, I felt as if their loved one(s) and the Great Beloved, the Spirit, was calling her home. These were the types of thoughts and words that came to me
"I'm calling you home my darlin' I'm calling you home to me I'm calling you home my darlin" beside the old oak tree |
AuthorDavid lives in the Denver area. He's written several musical plays for Unitarian Universalist Worship Services. ArchivesCategories |