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Sunday, July 31, 2022

Heal the Harm

What the world needs is more healers.

So many of us are broken,

so many have imbibed brokenness

with their mothers' milk,

their fathers' pains,

the unhealed wounds of their ancestors.

 

Against all this pain we need

a phalanx of healers

collected twenty deep,

two hundred deep,

ready to project their wisdom,

to lay their powerful hands,

to assuage the hurts of many lifetimes,

to alleviate the trauma hidden

(and even more hurtful for being hidden),

unacknowledged,

secret.

 

Line up, you healers!

Prepare to devote your lives—

as your gifts require—

to the remediation of the world.

May joy visit us again.

 

 
 
Copyright © 2022 Ann Tudor
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Heal the Harm; Scenes from the Journey, vol. 19, no. 31

Heal the Harm

 

What the world needs is more healers.

So many of us are broken,

so many have imbibed brokenness

with their mothers' milk,

their fathers' pains,

the unhealed wounds of their ancestors.

 

Against all this pain we need

a phalanx of healers

collected twenty deep,

two hundred deep,

ready to project their wisdom,

to lay their powerful hands,

to assuage the hurts of many lifetimes,

to alleviate the trauma hidden

(and even more hurtful for being hidden),

unacknowledged,

secret.

 

Line up, you healers!

Prepare to devote your lives—

as your gifts require—

to the remediation of the world.

May joy visit us again.

 

 
 
Copyright © 2022 Ann Tudor
usings blog: http://www.scenesfromthejourney.blogspot.com
Audible.Ca: go to https://www.audible.ca and search for Ann Tudor
Audible.Com: go to https://www.audible.com and search for Ann Tudor




 

Sunday, July 24, 2022

Speaking Italian

I love the Italian language. One summer in the early 70s, I took an eight-week evening Italian class with my friends Kevin (a vocal coach, opera coach, choir director, and teacher) and Stuart (a soprano friend who was one of Kevin's students). The other class members were retired Italian Americans who had lost their native language through striving to fit into U.S. society. The class was a refresher course to prepare them for visiting relatives in Italy. We were a motley group.

 

As I said, I love Italian. Both Kevin and Stuart had a greater knowledge than I did because of years of working in opera. But I was a quick enough study and kept up with the class. For the final class of the term, the three of us presented a song. Together we translated "Home on the Range" into Italian. Kevin wrote out a three-part harmony version of it (Stuart at the top, me as alto, and Kevin as tenor). Our performance was spectacular. The singing was in tune, our accents were impeccable, and our classmates were dumbfounded that anyone (any three) would devote themselves to such a silly project.

 

Here is our translation. You can sing along to the tune of "Home on the Range." For maximum effect, be sure to trill your r's and exaggerate all double consonants. I am attaching Kevin's actual arrangement in case you have a couple of friends who like to harmonize. You'll sound like the Andrews Sisters.

 

O da'mi un dimora dove vagano i bufali,

Dove scherzano i cervi e i daini.

Dove non senti mai un scoraggiante parole,

E il cielo non e oscuro tutto il giorno.

 

La, la, sul tratto

Dove giocano i cervi e i daini

Dove non senti mai un scoraggiante parole,

E il cielo non e oscuro tutto il giorno.

 
 
 
Copyright © 2022 Ann Tudor
Musings blog: http://www.scenesfromthejourney.blogspot.com
Audible.Ca: go to https://www.audible.ca and search for Ann Tudor
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