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[Middle Age and the Art of Self-Renewal: An Extraordinary Letter from Pioneering Education Reformer Elizabeth Peabody](
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âA self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living,â Virginia Woolf wrote in one of her characteristic asides of immense insight as she considered [the dying art of letter writing](. This may be the most elemental paradox of existence: We yearn for permanence and stability [despite a universe of constant change]( as a way of hedging against the inescapable fact of our mortality, our own individual impermanence. And yet this faulty coping mechanism results not in immortality but in complacency, stagnation, a living death. Emerson captured this paradox with sundering precision as he weighed [the key to personal growth]( âPeople wish to be settled; only as far as they are unsettled is there any hope for them.â
That is what Emersonâs contemporary and collaborator, the great education reformer Elizabeth Peabody (May 16, 1804âJanuary 3, 1894), explores in an 1838 letter to her friend Nathaniel Hawthorneâs sister, included in [Figuring](. (Peabodyâs own sister, Sophia, would eventually marry Hawthorne, living through [his conflicted romantic attachment to Herman Melville](
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Elizabeth Palmer Peabody
As a child, Peabody had taught herself Latin and Greek in order to access the worldâs wisdom and cut off her curls in revolt against her cultureâs preoccupation with young womenâs appearance rather than their minds. She learned astronomy and geography in an era when higher education was not available to women and become the first woman allowed into Bostonâs only lending library. (The exception only lasted a month, during which she borrowed twenty-one books.) In her ninety years, Peabody founded the first English-language kindergarten in America, translated the first American edition of Buddhist scripture, launched the countryâs first foreign-language bookstore and circulating library, coined the term Transcendentalism to define the philosophical current sweeping New England, and [introduced the king and queen of Transcendentalism](. The epitome of intellectual restlessness and creative self-reinvention, she never married â she lived a life her younger sister described as one of âhigh thinking and plain living.â
Quoting advice a friend had once given her, Peabody writes:
[2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]The perilous time for the most highly gifted is not youth. The holy sensibilities of genius â for all the sensibilities of genius are holy â keep their possessor essentially unhurt as long as animal spirits and the idea of being young last; but the perilous season is middle age, when a false wisdom tempts them to doubt the divine origin of the dreams of their youth; when the world comes to them, not with the song of the siren, against which all books warn us, but as a wise old man counselling acquiescence in what is below them.
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Art by the Brothers Hilts from [A Velocity of Being: Letters to a Young Reader](.
Peabody ends with the admonition that the path to complacency is paved with complacent companions:
[2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]No being of a social nature can be entirely beyond the tendency to fall to the level of his associates.
The antidote to stagnation, therefore, lies in surrounding oneself with people of creative vitality. The pioneering astronomer Maria Mitchell â a contemporary of Peabodyâs and a key figure in Figuring â would articulate this beautifully two decades later in contemplating [how we co-create one another and recreate ourselves through friendship]( âWhatever our degree of friends may be, we come more under their influence than we are aware.â
Complement with the pioneering social scientist John Gardner on [the art of self-renewal]( and legendary cellist Pablo Casals, at age 93, on [creative vitality and how working with love prolongs your life](.
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[Keats on Compassion](
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âHave compassion for everyone you meet,â Lucinda Williams sings in the [gorgeous song]( based on her fatherâs poem of the same title, âYou do not know / What wars are going on / Down there, where the spirit meets the bone.â A generation earlier, the psychologist turned pioneering sculptor Anne Truitt wrote in her [uncommonly insightful diary]( âI have always been mystified by the speed with which people condemn one another⦠This seems to give them intense pleasure. Whenever I am tempted by this pleasure, I remember some impulse in myself that could have led me, granted certain circumstances, into the condemned position. This has caused me to distrust the part of myself that would relish self-righteousness.â
The saccharine pleasure of self-righteousness is, upon even the most cursory reflection, incompatible with compassion â with the ability to consider anotherâs foibles and mistakes with the same generosity of interpretation, in the same breadth of context and character, one would consider oneâs own.
That is what the great Romantic poet John Keats (October 31, 1795âFebruary 23, 1821) explores in one of the timeless treasures collected in his [Selected Letters]( ([public library](.
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Life mask of John Keats by Benjamin Haydon, 1816 ([National Portrait Gallery](
In a letter to his dearest friend, penned in early 1818, just before a series of life-blows plunged the young poet into [his most harrowing depression yet]( Keats writes:
[2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]Men should bear with each other â there lives not the Man who may not be cut up, aye hashed to pieces on his weakest side. The best of Men have but a portion of good in them â a kind of spiritual yeast in their frames which creates the ferment of existence â by which a Man is propellâd to act and strive and buffet with Circumstance.
Only with such a compassionate orientation, Keats suggests, can we begin to care about and durably connect with another. In consonance with Hannah Arendtâs [admonition against trying to change those we love]( he argues that the healthiest, strongest connection is forged when we willingly face and accept the foibles and peculiarities of the other from the outset:
[2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]The sure way⦠is first to know a Manâs faults, and then be passive, if after that he insensibly draws you towards him then you have no Power to break the link.
Complement this fragment of Keatsâs endlessly rewarding [Selected Letters]( â which also gave us his precocious wisdom on [the mightiest consolation for a heavy heart]( [what gives meaning to human existence]( [how solitude opens up our channels to truth and beauty]( and his [exquisite love letter]( to Fanny Brawne â with Carl Sagan on [compassion and moving beyond us vs. them]( and historian Karen Armstrong on [compassion and the true meaning of the Golden Rule]( then revisit Oliver Sacks on [the art of choosing empathy over vengeance](.
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[Borderless Lullabies: Musicians and Authors in Defense of Refugee Children](
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âYou must cherish one another. You must work â we all must work â to make this world worthy of its children,â Pablo Casals, the greatest cellist of the first half of the twentieth century, [counseled humanity]( in the final years of a long life filled with music as a conduit of beauty and cross-cultural understanding.
Casalsâs words fall heavy on the heart in an era when the worldâs children are not cherished but detained at national borders, treated not as radiant beacons of our shared future but as criminals. To any conscionable human, witnessing such inhumanity is at once utterly infuriating and utterly helpless-making â a devastating syncopation of feelings.
Moved by this injustice, my dear friend [Morley]( â immensely gifted musician, U.N. Peace Ambassador, golden-hearted human being â set out to buoy the heavy, helpless heart with the universal language of sympathy and consolation: music. She summoned a family of friends to produce [Borderless Lullabies]( â a compilation of twenty songs and spoken-word pieces, with 100% of proceeds benefiting [KIND: Kids In Need of Defense]( a wonderful nonprofit that partners with pro-bono attorney at law firms and law schools to represent unaccompanied immigrant and refugee children in their deportation proceedings, ensuring that no child stands in court alone. Most of the kids KIND serves have fled severe violence in their home countries, and many have been abandoned, abused, or trafficked, only to find new traumas in wait when they arrive in the alleged land of freedom and possibility in search of safety.
When Morley asked me to read from [the prelude of Figuring]( as one of the two spoken-word pieces on the record, I in turn asked Yo-Yo Ma â the greatest cellist since Casals, and one of the most generous, largehearted humans and humanitarians I have the honor of knowing, who has spent more than two decades building cross-cultural bridges of collaboration and understanding with his [Silkroad]( project â to accompany the reading with something beautiful and thematically apt. He found the perfect sonic and symbolic counterpart â the vintage folk lullaby âNanaâ by Manuel de Falla, one of the greatest composers of Casalsâs era and culture â and beckoned it back to life on his enchanted cello, with Kathryn Scott on piano. Please enjoy the free stream below and join us in making a dent in the monolith of injustice by [purchasing Borderless Lullabies](.
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[2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]All of it â the rings of Saturn and my fatherâs wedding band, the underbelly of the clouds pinked by the rising sun, Einsteinâs brain bathing in a jar of formaldehyde, every grain of sand that made the glass that made the jar and each idea Einstein ever had, the shepherdess singing in the Rila mountains of my native Bulgaria and each one of her sheep, every hair on Chanceâs velveteen dog ears and Marianne Mooreâs red braid and the whiskers of Montaigneâs cat, every translucent fingernail on my friend Amandaâs newborn son, every stone with which Virginia Woolf filled her coat pockets before wading into the River Ouse to drown, every copper atom composing the disc that carried arias aboard the first human-made object to enter interstellar space and every oak splinter of the floor-boards onto which Beethoven collapsed in the fit of fury that cost him his hearing, the wetness of every tear that has ever been wept over a grave and the yellow of the beak of every raven that has ever watched the weepers, every cell in Galileoâs fleshy finger and every molecule of gas and dust that made the moons of Jupiter to which it pointed, the Dipper of freckles constellating the olive firmament of a certain forearm I love and every axonal flutter of the tenderness with which I love her, all the facts and figments by which we are perpetually figuring and reconfiguring reality â it all banged into being 13.8 billion years ago from a single source, no louder than the opening note of Beethovenâs Fifth Symphony, no larger than the dot levitating over the small i, the I lowered from the pedestal of ego.
How can we know this and still succumb to the illusion of separateness, of otherness? This veneer must have been what the confluence of accidents and atoms known as Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., saw through when he spoke of our âinescapable network of mutuality,â what Walt Whitman punctured when he wrote that âevery atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.â
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We spend our lives trying to discern where we end and the rest of the world begins.
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There are infinitely many kinds of beautiful lives.
Also featured on the record is a stunning rendition of Stephen Fosterâs 1862 parlor song âBeautiful Dreamerâ by another titanic contemporary musician: the Grammy-winning jazz bassist and vocalist [Esperanza Spalding]( who has a penchant for [breathing new life into centuries-old classics]( and who cites Yo-Yo Ma as one of her key influences â a lovely reminder that, as Pete Seeger observed, [âall of us, weâre links in a chain, and if we do our job right, there will be many, many links to come.â]( Here is to unlinking the artificial chains of bordered bigotry so that we may honor the most natural linkage of human to human, generation to generation, dreamer to dreamer.
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âBeautiful Dreamerâ sheet music, first edition, 1864
Other original music and readings on the record include Lizz Wright, Somi, Jacqueline Woodson with Chris Bruce, Cellogram with Arian Saleh, Elio Villafranca, Travis Knapp, Alejandro Urias, Jamia Wilson with Travis Sullivan, Chris Connelly, and Morley herself. Also included are recordings of previously released music by Draco Rosa, Martha Redbone, Rosanne Cash, Tendor Dorjee, Leni Stern, Karavika, TaÃna Asili, and Meryl Streep (who sings [the Victorian lullaby her mother used to sing to her]( generously donated to the project by the artists. Special thanks to my pal [Shantell Martin]( for making the lovely cover art.
[Borderless Lullabies]( is available on a pay-what-you-can model â from the at-cost minimum of $18 to anything more you feel this labor of love is worth, to you and the world.
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