This photographic journal is by Maria Pavlik, co-creator of With My Umbrella, I Can: The Magical Journey of Penelope Puddle, in B.C., CANADA. "There's a revolution that needs to happen and it starts from inside each one of us. We need to wake up and fall in love with the Earth. Our personal and collective happiness and survival depends on it." - Thich Nhat Hnah
Last Rose Of Summer
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A single rose in my garden survived this uncharitable season for flowers. I grasped its stem for a photograph. Later, searching for accompanying material, Safe In my Garden came into view. Written by John Phillips and recorded by his group, the famed Mamas and Papas of the sixties, the song still resonates. At that time, the Vietnam War caused political strife in America. It was the era of flower children but the tune will always be timely. There is a never-ending juxtaposition of calm and chaos in our world, destruction and re-mending. To me, the words symbolize the profound beauty and refuge that blooms when we make room in our hearts and minds for our own inner gardens. Listen to the brilliantly contrasting lyrics and harmonies HERE and below.
The lyrical first words of the song are as follows:
Written by John Phillips
(no copyright infringement is intended)
Safe in my garden
An ancient flower blooms
And the scent from its nature
Slowly squares my room
And its perfume being such
That it's causing me to swoon
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Beautiful rose and I agree about how timely the song still is. Another one that I think continues to resonate is the Joni Mitchell song Big Yellow Taxi. It's sad for me when pockets of trees in downtown areas are cut down and frequently replaced with additional parking. I miss the green that's a buffer in between tall buildings and find myself humming, "they paved paradise and put up a parking lot".
Folk music spoke to me back in the day. There doesn’t seem to be anything like that nowadays to express our outrage and sadness (or am I just too old to recognize it? That *is* a distinct possibility)). Your last rose of summer is a beautiful one!
The last roses are always the most poignant. Meanwhile here my roses are in full bloom - although it is summer here and very unseasonably hot early. Thanks for the music share. Lovely. Have an enjoyable week. I am visiting you today from Our World Tuesday.
Dear Penelope - The last rose in your garden is so beautiful. Mine will last till the first frosty morning. I hadn’t known this song, though I know Mamas & Papas. Your words made me realize the depth of this song, so I checked the whole lyrics. Remembering those time in 60s, students were radically protesting against the Vietnam War and closed system of universities in Japan, too. I’m recalling the world and the protest and message songs back then. Indeed “There is a never-ending juxtaposition of calm and chaos in our world, destruction and re-mending."
We need a resurgence of the spirit of the Vietnam era protests in an age when political norms are being turned upside down and access to the truth is getting harder and harder. As I look back on that period it was indeed a golden age.
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Beautiful macro shot of the rose and always loved the Mamas and Pappas ~ lovely song ^_^
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Beautiful rose and I agree about how timely the song still is. Another one that I think continues to resonate is the Joni Mitchell song Big Yellow Taxi. It's sad for me when pockets of trees in downtown areas are cut down and frequently replaced with additional parking. I miss the green that's a buffer in between tall buildings and find myself humming, "they paved paradise and put up a parking lot".
ReplyDeleteFolk music spoke to me back in the day. There doesn’t seem to be anything like that nowadays to express our outrage and sadness (or am I just too old to recognize it? That *is* a distinct possibility)). Your last rose of summer is a beautiful one!
ReplyDeleteThere is a sadness attached to the last rose.
ReplyDeletewonderful this flower and the music!!!Thank you for your beautiful meaningful words!!!
ReplyDeleteI'm always excited to have the FIRST rose of summer....this is an extraordinary, BEAUTIFUL, image.
ReplyDeleteThe last roses are always the most poignant. Meanwhile here my roses are in full bloom - although it is summer here and very unseasonably hot early. Thanks for the music share. Lovely. Have an enjoyable week. I am visiting you today from Our World Tuesday.
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ReplyDeleteDear Penelope - The last rose in your garden is so beautiful. Mine will last till the first frosty morning. I hadn’t known this song, though I know Mamas & Papas. Your words made me realize the depth of this song, so I checked the whole lyrics. Remembering those time in 60s, students were radically protesting against the Vietnam War and closed system of universities in Japan, too. I’m recalling the world and the protest and message songs back then. Indeed “There is a never-ending juxtaposition of calm and chaos in our world, destruction and re-mending."
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We need a resurgence of the spirit of the Vietnam era protests in an age when political norms are being turned upside down and access to the truth is getting harder and harder. As I look back on that period it was indeed a golden age.
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