Mary Travers died yesterday. She was 72. For those of you who don't know who she is, she was part of a musical trio, Peter, Paul and Mary. They were folksingers during the 1960s, along with Joan Baez, Bob Dylan, the Kingston Trio, and more. I grew up listening to and singing their songs: Puff the Magic Dragon, The Cruel War, Blowin' in the Wind, and many, many others, including Where Have All the Flowers Gone?
Folksingers were a huge part of the 1960's anti-war movement and their songs were anthems for that time period and spoke to how many of us felt.
I got to see Peter, Paul and Mary for the first time a few years ago when they came through Albuquerque on a tour. It was a profoundly moving experience as I stood in that audience, swaying in unison with others, singing the words I've been singing for so many years with those who created them. Mary's voice wasn't what it once was. But her spirit and passion were still there.
So many icons are leaving the planet. When we're young, we believe we are invincible. But after we turn 50, we know we are not and that someday, we, too, will be gone. It makes me realize how important it is to stay centered, focused and present right here. Right now. In this moment. And to make each moment count.
You will be missed, Mary Travers. Thank you for the music that fed my soul.
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"We are called human beings, not human doings."
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"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs..(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly."