Guest guest Posted June 28, 2005 Report Share Posted June 28, 2005 ..... As the oldest of the three of us and the only one who could write or who, in fact remembered my father, I was allowed to send my own letters although there was a rule that each one should be no longer than twenty-five words. I spent a lot of time trying very hard to fit all that I had to say into that allocation and I would save up the things I wanted to tell him and practice distilling them into very few words; this did not seem as difficult than it does in retrospect, as children seem to be born with the ability to accept whatever life offers and to take it for granted. We lose this talent as we grow up and then have to work hard to reclaim it. Now I feel how very distressing it must have been for both my parents to keep going in the face of such a long silence. Luckily they had Bhagavan. ........to be continued from:Foreword, by Katya Douglas [Osborne]My Life and Quest Arthur Osborne Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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