Bedtime Stories…
It’s getting late. I’ve been around family today, acutely aware of the ways in which the sand passes through the hourglass of time and spills into some unknown place, taking pieces of us with it. I’m not sure where those pieces go, what process they undergo on their way to becoming a memory, a fragment of the self held in a time and a place only accessible to the mind and body in the form of remembrance. Invisible, ineffable, yet completely tangible in some mysterious way that defies the logic of hard science. The stories of a person, a family, a culture, a country—they hold us, bind us...
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From the article Two cups of Tea… “A poster hangs in the window of a preschool in my neighborhood, and I pass it several times each week. Across the top it reads, “How to Build Community.” It lists several suggested actions, ending with: “Know that no one is silent although many are not heard. Work to change this.” …. the whole article is on line at Turning Wheel
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