Sunday, February 6, 2011
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Thanks. Thank you for all your comments are so heartwarming, thank you to those who commented here for the first time, thank you to those who follow me for years, or months ...
I spent a few days sounded completely ... and then energy and momentum of his two son's life is contagious. There is no point in dwelling the wound left by those who leave, it keeps moving forward.
I spent a significant part of my childhood in a country where
"Those who are dead are never gone: They're in
Shadow
And that comes on in the darkness which thickens .
The Dead are not under the Earth:
They are in the tree that trembles,
They are in the wood that groans,
They are in the water flowing,
They are sleeping in the Water ,
They are in the Case, they are in the Crowd:
the dead are not dead. "
There is no not cry its dead, they are passed from one world to another, from the world of the living to the ancestors who watch over us. They are celebrating the rhythm of songs, dances, colorful clothing and meals rich.
I'm deeply agnostic, this does not mean that I do not believe in anything, or that I am fiercely atheist. My education is the product of two cultures, and I think we carry our dead in our memories in our heart (which is the same ...) and this continues to make them exist, beyond Legends of ectoplasm. Similarly, I do not cling to the place where lie the bodies of the missing. it does not stop me not to speak in my head to those who can not hear my voice. Since concrete is in this part of my body that my memories of them reside. The brain. I know, "like that, it seems a bit schizophrenic.
A friend sent me the words of a Native American prayer
I'm not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow, I am
flickering snowflakes.
I am the light that passes through fields of wheat,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
I am the awakening of birds in the morning calm,
I am the star that shines at night.
Do not go to my grave and weep,
I'm not there, I do not sleep.
echoing the poem Birago cited above. This idea helps me cope with the absence of those parties. Although I am not persuaded to believe it completely. I doubt that I repressed when it suits me.
But basically, nothing is lost, nothing is created ... Everything is changing.
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