The land was a living...?...being?
I had a gift today...I was presented a gift today...Someone gave me a gift today...I received a gift today...
Yes, this morning a good friend in the Yoga class shared a gift, with me. The words in her giving were a gift in and of themselves...! They were something like..."I like to share books that ...are special...that talk to me...that tell me something...that..."
Well, I think you get the idea. I heard that it was a book that was meaningful, very, to her, and in such a way, that she wanted to share...
And in the 'soap opera' of my mind, it brings an image, a "photo-shoot" of instances in the past where I give something dear, special, intending that it have the 'dear' impact "IT" had on me, on the person to whom I am giving that "IT", or!...that the person experience the delight (?) I experienced with the shared object, whether it be a book a 'learning' a teaching, a material object...etc. Whatever.
So, in gratefulness and elation I took in the book and started its read asap.
The author is very famous for her other previous work: "Women Who Run with The Wolves", and others: Clarissa Pinkola Estés, PhD.
The first impression was on page___?, an unnumbered, quasi-blank page, just after the title and copyrights. A short, 6-liner divided the page down the middle:
Munch...munch...
Hhhhmmmm. Are we playing hard ball to start? We've just begun!..."root deeply where you are..., don't look for "fullness" (is it?)...but "emptiness?"...
OK, we'll munch later, let's continue, nest page...
Another down-the-middle but now in three languages!: starts in Russian (?) (I'll found out as I read more of the book...), continues in Spanish...what?!...and ends in English, of course.
Let's go on.
But when I hit page 18, I had to stop. A sense of wellness, peace, tenderness, Ok-ness, came over me. But why?...Check out the sentence...
"Once a man in a suit came to our fence to try to sell us insurance. Uncle Zovár did not understand why he should buy "e-chur-inz" if he was betting against his own health. The man called my Uncle an "ignorant oaf". But this salesman did not know my uncle, did not know that...(here it comes...!):...Uncle's life had been burnt to the ground and that he still remained kindly toward children, that he was still tender with animals, and that he still believed the land was a living being, one with its own hopes and needs and dreams."
A man that lost everything during the war, that was in slave labor camps, that was repatriated across countries, re-rooted, who saw his loved ones torn apart from him, and in turn from themselves...that "ignorant oaf" ...still remained kindly toward children, that he was still tender with animals, and that he still believed the land was a living being, one with its own hopes and needs and dreams."
...children, well, understandable; animals? well, I could see that. Who doesn't melt upon seeing the cute face of a baby puppy? OK. ok. But, and here is the cruncher! He still believed the land was a living being...one with its own hopes and needs, and dreams. Can you tune in to that?
Shhhh. Soft... Let it sink in...
Antithesis...crunch time...sssshhhh...soft...
Yes, this morning a good friend in the Yoga class shared a gift, with me. The words in her giving were a gift in and of themselves...! They were something like..."I like to share books that ...are special...that talk to me...that tell me something...that..."
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Well, I think you get the idea. I heard that it was a book that was meaningful, very, to her, and in such a way, that she wanted to share...
And in the 'soap opera' of my mind, it brings an image, a "photo-shoot" of instances in the past where I give something dear, special, intending that it have the 'dear' impact "IT" had on me, on the person to whom I am giving that "IT", or!...that the person experience the delight (?) I experienced with the shared object, whether it be a book a 'learning' a teaching, a material object...etc. Whatever.
So, in gratefulness and elation I took in the book and started its read asap.
The author is very famous for her other previous work: "Women Who Run with The Wolves", and others: Clarissa Pinkola Estés, PhD.
The first impression was on page___?, an unnumbered, quasi-blank page, just after the title and copyrights. A short, 6-liner divided the page down the middle:
New seed
is faithful.
It roots deepest
in the places
that are
most empty.
C. P. Estés
Munch...munch...
Hhhhmmmm. Are we playing hard ball to start? We've just begun!..."root deeply where you are..., don't look for "fullness" (is it?)...but "emptiness?"...
OK, we'll munch later, let's continue, nest page...
Another down-the-middle but now in three languages!: starts in Russian (?) (I'll found out as I read more of the book...), continues in Spanish...what?!...and ends in English, of course.
Let's go on.
But when I hit page 18, I had to stop. A sense of wellness, peace, tenderness, Ok-ness, came over me. But why?...Check out the sentence...
"Once a man in a suit came to our fence to try to sell us insurance. Uncle Zovár did not understand why he should buy "e-chur-inz" if he was betting against his own health. The man called my Uncle an "ignorant oaf". But this salesman did not know my uncle, did not know that...(here it comes...!):...Uncle's life had been burnt to the ground and that he still remained kindly toward children, that he was still tender with animals, and that he still believed the land was a living being, one with its own hopes and needs and dreams."
A man that lost everything during the war, that was in slave labor camps, that was repatriated across countries, re-rooted, who saw his loved ones torn apart from him, and in turn from themselves...that "ignorant oaf" ...still remained kindly toward children, that he was still tender with animals, and that he still believed the land was a living being, one with its own hopes and needs and dreams."
...children, well, understandable; animals? well, I could see that. Who doesn't melt upon seeing the cute face of a baby puppy? OK. ok. But, and here is the cruncher! He still believed the land was a living being...one with its own hopes and needs, and dreams. Can you tune in to that?
Shhhh. Soft... Let it sink in...
Antithesis...crunch time...sssshhhh...soft...
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