Joan Baez penned this song about her relationship with Bob Dylan. They were young, alive, political, vibrant. Life was exciting and love was powerful. Eventually, they both went their separate ways. In her eyes and in her voice, I perceive Joan working through the pain: remembering the good times, the bad times, standing toe-to-toe with the anger, the insult, the hurt, but there is still the remembrance of great love. Wrestling with the way things were, the way she wished it could be, her regrets, mad at herself for loving someone so much who didn’t appreciate the great gift she gave.
Fast forward 40 or so years.
Here’s a more recent rendition of Joan singing this great folk song.
Joan is now a mature woman. She’s been married, had children, known other kinds of love. She’s been around the world and seen real pain and poverty in other countries. She’s made peace with this chapter of her life. She can even joke about it. She’s moved on, the wounds are now strong places that propel her forward.
Thank you, Joan Baez, for sharing yourself with all of us.