shadowing each other

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What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night.

It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.

It is the little shadow which runs across the grass

and loses itself in the sunset.

may we honor all that is deeply human and flawed and relentless and ancient and contradictory…..may we know that to seize the day means to gather in love, surround ourselves with meaning and comfort others with our shared humanity……

Ubuntu is a beautiful — and old — concept. At its most basic, Ubuntu can be translated as “human kindness,” but its meaning is much bigger in scope than that — it embodies the ideas of connection, community, and mutual caring for all. Liberian peace activist Leymah Gbowee once defined it as: ‘I am what I am because of who we all are.'”

Desmond Tutu writes: “Ubuntu is very difficult to render into a Western language. It speaks of the very essence of being human. When we want to give high praise to someone we say, ‘Yu, u nobunto’; ‘Hey so-and-so has ubuntu.’ Then you are generous, you are hospitable, you are friendly and caring and compassionate. You share what you have. It is to say, ‘My humanity is inextricably bound up in yours.’ We belong in a bundle of life.”…..Kate Torgovnick May

a blissful night, dark & full….

Heart, Be Considerate.
Soul, Be Tolerant.

2 thoughts on “shadowing each other

  1. Surely, we should never expect to be the same. Every little thing should change us, and love should do more than change us……creating something more than we were before, evolving even in our sweetest sorrows. I found this while ‘settling in’ to a moment of rest last week. I saved it, and I’m quite sure it was for you. ~ Always love, Bobbie ❤

    “You know how this is:
    if I look
    at the crystal moon, at the red branch
    of the slow autumn at my window,
    if I touch
    near the fire
    the impalpable ash
    or the wrinkled body of the log,
    everything carries me to you,
    as if everything that exists,
    aromas, light, metals,
    were little boats
    that sail
    toward those isles of yours that wait for me.”

    • you call me home to my own heart…..and yet, we are bound, we all are bound, and life swoons like the “little boats” in a dreamscape……with deep gratitude for your knowing Bobbie……

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