It is a hot day. The whole family is on holiday in Mozambique, formerly Lorenco Marques. There she is – round as a cherub. Blonde almost white hair, blue/green eyes. Face scrunched up due to the brightness of the sun. Sitting and holding on to the pole of the umbrella. The little girl is feeling ill. She is barely a year old. She cannot say what is wrong with her so she cries, and cries and cries some more. The child's father is getting more and more agitated. Finally he snaps. He grabs the little girl and gives her such a spanking. Everyone else in camp shocked into silence. The silence amongst them says it all.... The child crying relentlessly....The resentment between the little girl and her father builds even more.... but that was the acknowledgement that she got....
Monday, October 25, 2010
Follow Your Heart
The power to feel is a more direct – more immediate – method of knowing than thinking is. Thinking is indirect. Thinking about a thing never touches the thing itself. Feeling is a faculty that touches directly the thing or issue in question. We actually experience it. Emotional feeling is almost like another sense which humans possess – a psychic sense. Though processes are generally analytic and dissociating. In order to think clearly we must make distinctions, comparisons and the like. But feeling is unifying and integrative. To think clearly about something you have to distance yourself from it. To feel something you must get close to it.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
The Outsider - Part 1
Normal scenario would be happy parents. Proud of their baby girl. Smiling faces. But not in this case. The mother – holding her child. She is happy but the Father of the child, her husband, is dismayed. He is angry at his wife. Another girl! A fourth girl! And this time it is too late to try for a boy. His wife is already 40years old! There just is no hope of the family name being carried forward into the future. The other three girls ... so much older already. The eldest daughter is 18, the middle daughter is 11 and the other is 8 years old. He is filled with resentment. The little baby girl lying in her mother's arms can feel the resentment and cries loudly. The Father storms out of the hospital to go drown his sorrows.....It takes him almost a year before he acknowledges his daughter.....
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