SEEDS: A Holocene Passion
A WORK IN PROGRESS
music and libretto by Leighanne Saltsman
edited by R.A. Nelson
After the poems of Kate Bluett,
AddieRose Brown and Rainer Maria Rilke
To feel powerless and afraid is one of the worst feelings a human can have, and Leighanne believes we as a society are feeling this way. SEEDS is intended to be a roadmap as we embark upon a collective grieving process for our lost relationship with the Earth.
The field across from Leighanne’s home
Photo by Leighanne Satlsman
Invasive Oriental Bittersweet “Celastrus orbiculatus”
Photo by Leighanne Saltsman
TO LISTEN, LEARN AND WAIT: Humanity’s Search for Guidance in Uncertain Ecological Times
In addition to being a composer Leighanne is a professional heritage gardener. As a twelfth-generation steward of the land in New York’s Hudson Valley, she experiences climate change differently than most.
Climate change is not just a concept in her world — it’s her reality.
Daffodils killed by late snowfall
Photo by Melanie Fostrom
Vocalists
The Child—soprano
The Narrator—mezzo soprano
The North Star—tenor
The Earth—bass
Instrumentation
SATB Choir with divisi
Bass Drum, TamTam, Spring Drum
Crotales and Handbells
Reverberation of the performance location
Duration
~ 30 minutes
Latin Translation
by David Ungvary
Mature Sycamore felled by unseasonal storms
Photo by Leighanne Satlsman
(a note from Leighanne)
I often ask my teachers and mentors what I should do now that the climate has shifted. Can I still plant my seedlings on Memorial Day weekend (which has been tradition for generations) now that we are getting 80 degree days in March?
What do I do when the trees and shrubs bud up six weeks early, then freeze before they can bloom?
What do I plant in place of zucchini and cucumbers, which now rot on the vine in the deluge of rain?
But the old timers have no answers. The climate is upside down, and we’re all in it together.
This is why I’ve chosen to write “SEEDS: A Holocene Passion” — as a way of addressing the collective grief we feel for the loss of climate stability.
HOW IT WAS
“Quiet friend who has come so far
Feel how your breathing makes more space around you.
Let this darkness be a bell tower
And you the bell.
Quiet Friend, who cries with grief for the loss of faith
In the world you’ve always known:
If the world has ceased to hear you,
Say to the silent void “I flow”.
Whisper to the rushing water, “I am,
And I am not alone.”
(You are not alone.)
So let this darkness be a belltower, and you the bell.
Quiet Friend, don’t be afraid;
You will soon rise again.
Like a seed in the dark, waiting silently
To unfold.
”
This is a work in progress
If you would like to be part
of the development process
please contact Leighanne directly.
Calendula blossom
Photo by Leighanne Saltsman