i heard once of a cultural practice different than what i had mostly know of–at the age of 18 and still in High School (thank u cedarose). i think the people were some kind of northern tribal people; perhaps warmed by the cold there, and softened by the joys of living in a close knit harmony with others. In the lives of (at least) this group of people, which seemed almost a fantasy at the time, when the days turned enough phases to bring the rememberance day of a person’s birth, this person gave others sweet gifts to show their love…instead of recieving all of these nice things themselves. Cedarose spoke of a sweet, soft, and warm pair of knee-high, animals skin boots that were given to her on the birth day of another soul. i remember the radiance of her smile when she spoke of this, and hugged me at the time of my 18th birthday; i had a longing then to give her something sweet for her words. I was touched, and am still, by these warm words, by a dawning of recognition, by the idea that it is indeed “more blessed to give than to recieve.” there was something about this simple logic (and by simple i do not mean un-advanced, i mean core, or elemental) that to this day moves my soul. And, i wonder, as i remember the day of my birth, and the immense little miracles of years that have passed before my eyes as almost a vapour; how many people, today, can i cause to smile, cause to stop and reflect miracles, be in an unexpected moment with, and give the gift of shared joy.
and i challenge you to do the same..
and, i do love you~<~%
you are wiser than most.. makes me wonder where it comes frm.. in your genes i mean.. cause its not either one of your parentals.. hmm still you make good points.. and i always enjoy reading and contemplating… uv-la y-a