I was going to write this blog on being ‘fallow’ for a few weeks. Briefly, that means I will be off until September 2!st. I chose the word fallow because this farming term means unplanted land allowed to recover its fertility. The land is in rest and recovery mode. I’m going to be fallow, resting, taking a breath, and replenishing my creative juices. But enough on that.
In the meantime, this country has endured two mass shootings within hours on Saturday, August 3rd. My light-hearted blog topic noted above seemed like so much inconsequential fluff.
I can’t find better words than have already been expressed by people more eloquent than I am. So, I convey my pain, distress, and plea through Bob Dylan’s timeless lyrics.
“How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, ‘n’ how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they’re forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
Yes, ‘n’ how many years can a mountain exist
Before it’s washed to the sea?
Yes, ‘n’ how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, ‘n’ how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn’t see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
Yes, ‘n’ how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, ‘n’ how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, ‘n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind”
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Bob Dylan
Blowin’ in the Wind lyrics © Audiam, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group