I seem perpetually to be quoting Krishnsmurti at the moment.
“It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society”
I keep wondering about the tension between village and wilderness that crops up in the stories. Most fresh is the image of the handless maiden staring from the tree line. Is she wondering as she looks up at the castle if it is safe, yet, to return to the world of other people?
The desire to escape to the forest and just get away from the madness comes on strong in me too. And yet… I’m most gripped by the notion that something in the forest will prepare, and possibly propel, me back toward the human world at some point. Lucky that I might meet a king with a true mother and who knows each apple and every pear.
But that’s not the end of the story even there. Returning to the forest and finding kinship there! Finding a forest home to dwell in at times so that the village (or castle) is not the only.
A week after leaving the warm embrace of wood sisters and wood brothers I confess I’m still hovering at the tree line. The village is starving and the castle’s on fucking fire!
But I know it’s not the end. And the end is always another beginning anyway.
Reading your comment I couldn’t help but consider what if there’s no village to return to? If the village has fallen? Is there a moment when acceptance of the wilderness as home is the right course of action. Or as you so imaginatively suggest. Is there a way to make a home in the forest.
I believe that the wilderness, our true wild home, is always there in us all the time. The village and the castle fall and rise, we may flee, we may make new villages, build new castles. This morning I woke up with this sentence on my lips: I am a human person and of the world of human people. My work is in the world of human people.
There is so much I would like to expand upon, it is I feel a true interpretation of the world today & I relate to all you've written. I have always loved reading & listening to you insightful thoughts, they speak to me in a way that drowns out the every day confusion of people around me & I am so very blessed to have found you, to remind me what miracles we truly are if we can only find it within us to see what you see. 💗
I seem perpetually to be quoting Krishnsmurti at the moment.
“It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society”
I keep wondering about the tension between village and wilderness that crops up in the stories. Most fresh is the image of the handless maiden staring from the tree line. Is she wondering as she looks up at the castle if it is safe, yet, to return to the world of other people?
The desire to escape to the forest and just get away from the madness comes on strong in me too. And yet… I’m most gripped by the notion that something in the forest will prepare, and possibly propel, me back toward the human world at some point. Lucky that I might meet a king with a true mother and who knows each apple and every pear.
But that’s not the end of the story even there. Returning to the forest and finding kinship there! Finding a forest home to dwell in at times so that the village (or castle) is not the only.
A week after leaving the warm embrace of wood sisters and wood brothers I confess I’m still hovering at the tree line. The village is starving and the castle’s on fucking fire!
But I know it’s not the end. And the end is always another beginning anyway.
Reading your comment I couldn’t help but consider what if there’s no village to return to? If the village has fallen? Is there a moment when acceptance of the wilderness as home is the right course of action. Or as you so imaginatively suggest. Is there a way to make a home in the forest.
I believe that the wilderness, our true wild home, is always there in us all the time. The village and the castle fall and rise, we may flee, we may make new villages, build new castles. This morning I woke up with this sentence on my lips: I am a human person and of the world of human people. My work is in the world of human people.
I’m not sure my work was ever of the world of human people.
In. Not of. 😉
There is so much I would like to expand upon, it is I feel a true interpretation of the world today & I relate to all you've written. I have always loved reading & listening to you insightful thoughts, they speak to me in a way that drowns out the every day confusion of people around me & I am so very blessed to have found you, to remind me what miracles we truly are if we can only find it within us to see what you see. 💗