Kids, the prompt at Real Toads Fireblossom Friday yesterday was Magic. The best magic I have ever seen was a great big old Love-In the night the Peace Camp closed down after the blockades in '93, Dana Lyons singing Magic, hippies dancing in a clearcut under a big full old Grandmother Moon.
"Listen to the sound of people singing,
telling what they know,
telling of a time when
creatures shared the earth."
Later that fall, I was driving past Kennedy Lake, listening to this song on cd, and singing along, when my eyes fell on all the chearcuts creeping across the mountains on the other side of the lake. The grief was piercing, and I started to sob.............this is a song of hope, and it breaks my heart to listen to it, given how far we HAVEN'T come since '93, but there's more than a little magic in it. Enjoy!