I woke up this morning. Thinking about the times. Devastating.
Armageddon in favor of profiteering over protection of the environment. A man with guns murdering 58 concertgoers. Mounting danger between loose-mouthed nuclear despots. Hurricanes.
Each smoking breath, a reminder of the devastation of our northern neighbors. Can I ignore it? Not write about it? What can we do? What is next? What are ways we can help? I’ll be brainstorming, please email me your thoughts.
It is very overwhelming. And yet, I am comforted by last weekend’s Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival. Our community coming together. The generosity and legacy of Warren Hellman. And closest to my heart, the ongoing roster of performances gracing The Marsh’s stages. The performers: Mavericks. Chroniclers.
I see Lorri Holt playing Colette, singing through the rafters of her revolutionary life.
I see Dan Hoyle, replaying insightful, sometimes ravishing, insights into middle America.
I watch Don Reed, college student, learning lessons from his aging senior friends in the KIPLING HOTEL.
I see Will Durst, hilariously skewer the times, in the smartest way possible.
I see Charlie Varon, serving up his borscht and his stories. Opening the kitchen of his heart to our community. STORYBORSCHT opens this Sunday.
Let The Marsh continue to be a community that gives a voice, a welcoming home, an exemplifier, a trajectory of understanding and hoped-for change for our current and hoped for reality.
My you all be well. Blessings and hope to our Napa, Sonoma, and Mendocino kin.
All my best wishes,