Robert Mirabel graced this day...
The Dance
By Robert Mirabal/Reynaldo Lujan/Mark Andes
When there is doubt, there is hope
When there is fear, there is love
When there is hate, there is peace
When there is suffering, there is the dance
A dance a dance a dance of hope
A dance a dance a dance of love
I dance to dance a dance of peace
I dance to dance I dance the dance
When there is doubt, there is hope
When there is fear, there is love
When there is hate, there is peace
When there is suffering, there is the dance
(Translation of Tiwa chant)
Dance all women
Dance all of you
Dance all you men
Dance all of you
Dance all women
Dance all you men
I dance to dance a dance of peace
I dance to dance
I dance the dance
Today at NMAI I spent an hour enchanted as I watched Robert Mirabel play, sing, and laugh. To be in his presence, cleansed through every pore by his artistry, wisdom, and humor, is a gift. I came away renewed in spirit, and I thanked him when we spoke after his concert. It is not often that someone of his stature will take time to spend with those who wish to meet with him. He was so gentle in taking time to speak to each person, and when he came to me and he wrapped his arms around me as if I was a leaf in a storm, I felt his power of healing. We spoke for a while in quiet tones. He told me he used to come to the city often until 9/11, but since then it has been much too difficult in many ways. His pained eyes said more than words ever could, but I offered this to him, that we need him now more than ever. He nodded. He knows his music is of the healing way, and I, for one, am grateful. He hugged me again before I left, such a giving, humble man.
On his new CD, In the Blood, with his brother Patrick, Paul Fowler, and Larry Mitchell, again he touches your soul. He is not one to hold back. As a couple lines from his song “In the Blood,” says:
In the blood are the stories
The water jars have been broken
The pueblo walls are all torn down
And each drop was a legacy
Each broken shard is an instant
To tell you a story of how it used to be
His flute takes over where words, even in Tiwa, cannot go. His concern with the present state of the world reverberates, and he brings hope when he reminds us, as his CD says: “Life is a mystery to be lived, not a problem to be solved…just live, just love.”
By Robert Mirabal/Reynaldo Lujan/Mark Andes
When there is doubt, there is hope
When there is fear, there is love
When there is hate, there is peace
When there is suffering, there is the dance
A dance a dance a dance of hope
A dance a dance a dance of love
I dance to dance a dance of peace
I dance to dance I dance the dance
When there is doubt, there is hope
When there is fear, there is love
When there is hate, there is peace
When there is suffering, there is the dance
(Translation of Tiwa chant)
Dance all women
Dance all of you
Dance all you men
Dance all of you
Dance all women
Dance all you men
I dance to dance a dance of peace
I dance to dance
I dance the dance
Today at NMAI I spent an hour enchanted as I watched Robert Mirabel play, sing, and laugh. To be in his presence, cleansed through every pore by his artistry, wisdom, and humor, is a gift. I came away renewed in spirit, and I thanked him when we spoke after his concert. It is not often that someone of his stature will take time to spend with those who wish to meet with him. He was so gentle in taking time to speak to each person, and when he came to me and he wrapped his arms around me as if I was a leaf in a storm, I felt his power of healing. We spoke for a while in quiet tones. He told me he used to come to the city often until 9/11, but since then it has been much too difficult in many ways. His pained eyes said more than words ever could, but I offered this to him, that we need him now more than ever. He nodded. He knows his music is of the healing way, and I, for one, am grateful. He hugged me again before I left, such a giving, humble man.
On his new CD, In the Blood, with his brother Patrick, Paul Fowler, and Larry Mitchell, again he touches your soul. He is not one to hold back. As a couple lines from his song “In the Blood,” says:
In the blood are the stories
The water jars have been broken
The pueblo walls are all torn down
And each drop was a legacy
Each broken shard is an instant
To tell you a story of how it used to be
His flute takes over where words, even in Tiwa, cannot go. His concern with the present state of the world reverberates, and he brings hope when he reminds us, as his CD says: “Life is a mystery to be lived, not a problem to be solved…just live, just love.”
posted by AYankee @ 8:05 PM
1 Comments:
At 9:21 PM,
AERIA Records said…
He's an interesting artist - nice post. Thank you for sharing these thoughts and feelings..
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