Woody Guthrie’s birthday was last week — July 14 — he would have been 101 years old. Meant to celebrate it then, but better late than ever.
One of my favorites of Woody’s songs is “Holy Ground,” written in 1954.
Every spot it’s holy ground
Every little inch it’s holy ground
Every grain of dirt it’s holy ground
Every spot I walk it’s holy ground
If we treated every spot, every little inch, every grain of dirt as holy ground — every person as a holy person — every moment as a holy moment — would it help guide us in the ways of compassion? I believe it would.
Hear the entire song in this beautiful version by the Klezmatics: