Happy Easter Sunday everyone. In and among all of what is going on, I have had time to sit and reflect…but there again, those of you who know me well, will know that I do that a lot. I am always confident in my decision making, but if someone…anyone questions those decisions or presents an alternative; then it is in my nature to reconsider the options. Usually those decisions are based on having all the relevant information at the time, but it does not preclude me from changing my mind. However, there is usually a sound rationale for making those decisions and it would be normal for me to consider all the relevant outcomes. I have to admit that I do have questions at the moment and I do have doubts, but I do know that people are scared and whilst they want to hear the truth, they want to have hope. I worry about those people who are on their own and watch the TV for comfort, but instead we hear all the ‘what ifs?’…and ‘what might that look like?’…’could you give an example of?’ …. and yes we can all turn off the TV, but when it is your only source of information, that is easier said than done. Being a little obsessed with social media, I have to admit to being appalled and disgusted by some of the interactions I have witnessed, particularly on Twitter. It is so easy to be confident and bullish when you are hiding behind 280 characters. I believe we should all be accountable and I am quite sure that when all of this is over, questions will be asked…..but let’s ask the right questions and in the right manner. I have been impressed and heartened by the support my choirs have given each other and the support the festivals community has shown. Family and friends are there for each other and we must have hope! We have to have hope. I am reminded of perhaps one of the most popular poems written by Maya Angelou ‘Still I Rise’ which speaks against injustice and yet gives us all something to cling on to.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.