Guest guest Posted July 18, 2002 Report Share Posted July 18, 2002 7/17/02 "Know What?" "Know what, Mommy?" "What?" "I feel everything inside you." "You do?" "Yeah. When you get angry I can feel that too." "Mm hmm. Know what?" "What?" "I can feel everything inside you, too." "You can?" "Yup. And know what?" "What?" "Daddy and Bodhi [our dog] can feel everything inside us too." "They can?" "Yup. Know why?" "Why?" "Because we're really all the same." "Yeah." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 18, 2002 Report Share Posted July 18, 2002 Hi Kheyala, Thank you for all the wonderful glimpses into you and your little daughter's interactions... so hopeful and inspiring and so similar to the work I do with children. It also reminds me so much of how my son was with us when he was still very young... Not to offset you wonderful stories of hope with a despondent example... but to another list I wrote the following story as part of a discussion about what suffering is and how it gets entrained into us... An example on "how allowing pain not to cease but abusing it" can turn into suffering with its possible manipulative aspects. I was sitting on a log bench watching people, in a grassy market square on Hornby, a small island in British Columbia on the west coast of Canada. A very nice "back to earth" setting, trees all around, stalls with the usual market wares, a didgeridoo player, new age clothing, pottery, an ice cream stand, metaphysical books for sale on a folding table, and a meandering gravel path leading from the coop grocery to the outdoor coffee shop. Down the path comes a family on a happy and easy vacation stroll. Mom with a friend in front, dad talking with a friend behind them, then two girls holding some toy dolls and a 5 year old little boy straggling behind... The little boy has a small plastic plane in his hand that he flies up in the air, his gaze going after it as though it flies on its own... Then... the boy stumbles, falls, hits his knee on the gravel. Quickly he grabs the plane that he dropped and stands up just as quickly, dusting off his knee, noticing only a little bit of blood on the scrape... He walks on..., after all what's a scrape in the life of a lively scrappy little guy? But then... oh.. oh... At that very moment mom turns around. You can see, she worriedly wonders where the little boy is as she searches through the busily talking family members behind her... The little boy all of a sudden notices his mom's bewildered face and... lo and behold... he bends over, grabs his knee, dropping his toy plane and starts crying, finding his mom's full attention... Mom gets upset at dad, obviously he wasn't watching; upset at the girls who carelessly shrug their shoulders. And mom gets into in a huff... The boy's crying becoming louder... and I'm sure that if it would have been possible for the blood to spill forth from his knee, it would have happened, but a hanky quickly appeared out of nowhere. You can see the little kid capitalizing on the occasion, the pain has now turned into a drama as big as the little boy's universe... Good thing there was an ice cream stand in it... Eventually quiet returns as eventually everyone gets to lick their ice creams... Some 15 minutes later some paper napkin scraps blow gently in the wind and a small toy plane lies on the edge of the path near a dry grassy spot. Suffer the little children... Wim, By the way, I love children, I do a lot of work with them... Started out as a Montessori trained teacher quite some years ago. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 18, 2002 Report Share Posted July 18, 2002 Hi Wim, Thanks for your letter. Your story makes me giggle. ....I still am! People can be SO goofy! One who is often guilty of goofiness, Kheyala (still giggling!) , Wim Borsboom <wim@a...> wrote: > > I was sitting on a log bench watching people, in a grassy market square on > Hornby, a small island in British Columbia on the west coast of Canada. A > very nice "back to earth" setting, trees all around, stalls with the usual > market wares, a didgeridoo player, new age clothing, pottery, an ice cream > stand, metaphysical books for sale on a folding table, and a meandering > gravel path leading from the coop grocery to the outdoor coffee shop. > > Down the path comes a family on a happy and easy vacation stroll. Mom with > a friend in front, dad talking with a friend behind them, then two girls > holding some toy dolls and a 5 year old little boy straggling behind... > > The little boy has a small plastic plane in his hand that he flies up in the > air, his gaze going after it as though it flies on its own... > > Then... the boy stumbles, falls, hits his knee on the gravel. > Quickly he grabs the plane that he dropped and stands up just as quickly, > dusting off his knee, noticing only a little bit of blood on the scrape... > > He walks on..., after all what's a scrape in the life of a lively scrappy > little guy? > > But then... oh.. oh... > > At that very moment mom turns around. You can see, she worriedly wonders > where the little boy is as she searches through the busily talking family > members behind her... > The little boy all of a sudden notices his mom's bewildered face and... lo > and behold... he bends over, grabs his knee, dropping his toy plane and > starts crying, finding his mom's full attention... > Mom gets upset at dad, obviously he wasn't watching; upset at the girls who > carelessly shrug their shoulders. And mom gets into in a huff... The boy's > crying becoming louder... and I'm sure that if it would have been possible > for the blood to spill forth from his knee, it would have happened, but a > hanky quickly appeared out of nowhere. > You can see the little kid capitalizing on the occasion, the pain has now > turned into a drama as big as the little boy's universe... Good thing there > was an ice cream stand in it... > Eventually quiet returns as eventually everyone gets to lick their ice > creams... > > Some 15 minutes later some paper napkin scraps blow gently in the wind > and a small toy plane lies on the edge of the path near a dry grassy spot. > > Suffer the little children... > > Wim, > By the way, I love children, I do a lot of work with them... Started out as > a > Montessori trained teacher quite some years ago. > > > --- > Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. > Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). > Version: 6.0.375 / Virus Database: 210 - Release 7/10/2002 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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