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CONVERSATION This came from a friend this morning.....she is back in Vancouver for her new position at UBC after living in Honduras where she grew up while writing her PHD thesis on the Ethnobotony of the region. She is imbued with the wisdom of the ages. When I say this, she says that the plants have taught her. Reminds me of Paul Feyerbend's theory of ancestral memory as a physical phenomena that exists as an environmental component rather than as a discrete brain-trace......The possibility that our minds and memories are non-specific to us as individuals but are part of a resonant fabric that informs our psychology and morphology.......... Here is what Saskia said.......oh, and the photos are hers as well.... There used to be many conversations in the world. Now there appears to be just one, and so often it takes the form of an argument. Two sides, predictable. Two points of view. One story beating its tired head against a wall. I’d like to go back to a time of myriad conversations. Conversations that gathered like butterflies, life stories fluttering together around a muddy puddle, their fine and delicate wings flashing colours in the light. I’d like to go back to tales of adventure and tales of victory, and this person’s strange story about an unbelievable thing that happened to them, and that person’s story of falling in, or out, of love. I’d like to go back to the unknown, to a world in which we didn’t know, a world in which we were still discovering its boundaries and its edges, feeling our way along as small beings in space, knowing there was danger, knowing there was beauty, quivering with hesitation, pulled forward by desire. I want to go back to quiet times. When snow was falling on the land, and we’d already heard the news that day, and so snow was all we knew.       |
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Sounds like a wise woman. I remember times when friends and/or family would gather and stories would be told of things that had happened and/or were happening in our lives. Those were times of laughter and love and good memories. That is the kind of times we have when we gather with our small group of friends for Friday night suppers. That is the kind of times we have when we get together with SFF and other internet friends. I would like to think that would be the way it would be if you and I got together in person. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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Ahhh Yes!!! Let's talk of all the things in our lives that bring us joy and experiences! 
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Sounds like a wise woman. I remember times when friends and/or family would gather and stories would be told of things that had happened and/or were happening in our lives. Those were times of laughter and love and good memories. That is the kind of times we have when we gather with our small group of friends for Friday night suppers. That is the kind of times we have when we get together with SFF and other internet friends. I would like to think that would be the way it would be if you and I got together in person. Sometimes there are no words.......She is the kind of person who looks after everyone.....she has a flood of family and friends in the community.....Both her parents were highly thought of and her husband's family as well........and they are all doing their best to support her and cheer her up and I know she appreciates all of it.......But acknowledging someone's grief.....accompanying them into the dark feelings and acknowledging the pain and horror is the only way to the other side....I have known enough grief to know that being cheered up is not always what you want.......but someone to sit with you and acknowledge the depth of darkness...... This Summer I looked after my grandkids during the day as usual.They are now at the age that they make their own play-dates, and know how to arrange them to fit in to other's schedules and arrange transportation etc. I recognize their friends and their siblings and parents in most cases, but there was one dad that was a mystery. At first I was confused because there are 2 girls only a year apart that look completely different.....the younger one is blonde, willowy and taller than her older, dark, chunky sister........ they come over separately... Their parents are named Kelly and Hillary....I thought those girls came from different families and one had a mother named Hillary and one had a mother named Kelly......But this Summer, I had to keep close track of all the movements and who and where and when and.....good grief!!!!......It drove me crazy at first......the kids would say Hillary is picking her up, or Kelly is taking them to the beach......I had met Kelly, but this Hillary woman was a mystery. She would just sit in her big silver car with tinted windows in the drive-way......never came to the house, even when the kids dawdled.....So I went down the driveway and knocked on her window and she opened the door and out stepped a tall, very vital man in his late 30's.......I laughed......I had never met a man named Hillary before. Turns out he's awesome.....really fun and attentive to his daughters and my grand...LOL............
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Lulu, your reply says volumes of the truths in life. Conversations, getting to know people, and sometimes knowing the right thing to say and other times, knowing the right thing to say is nothing. Sadly, in our fast paced world, there are not enough little groups stopping along the way to chat. You are blessed to live in a "little backwater" area where folks take time to "smell the roses"! My first husband, and now Joe, have both said they don't like going to the grocery store with me because I am always seeing people I know and stopping to visit. And sometimes, I even strike up a conversation with someone I don't know! Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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Lulu, your reply says volumes of the truths in life. Conversations, getting to know people, and sometimes knowing the right thing to say and other times, knowing the right thing to say is nothing. Sadly, in our fast paced world, there are not enough little groups stopping along the way to chat. You are blessed to live in a "little backwater" area where folks take time to "smell the roses"! My first husband, and now Joe, have both said they don't like going to the grocery store with me because I am always seeing people I know and stopping to visit. And sometimes, I even strike up a conversation with someone I don't know!
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