I moved to Mexico and it is night and day. Elders are honored, respected, loved. Yet another reason which I felt so out of place in N. America. I was raised to respect and hold elders at the highest level. NOTE: In English, it is said "how old are you". That does not exist in Spanish! It is not how "old" are you, it is ¿Cuántos años tienes? Translating to: How many years do you have?
Sometimes your words Stephen (may I call you that?) touch me in places I didn't know were there, like a light shone into a tiny crack in "the hole" where my soul ought to be - and there within is a perfect, untouched but always whole truth. And the scintillation is an exquisite moment of recognition. I have struggled existentially with that unarticulated truth, the relationship between grief and love and how they birth one another and live within one another and I see how they have been (unknown to me) weaving the raft of my life. This culture does not facilitate or accommodate such inner revelations. It is a lonely journey.
My lord, that is so right: Love is a form of grieving! Yes. And when you love, grief hangs in the shadows because you know you just know that sometime, many times, they will be hurt, they will be lost, they will not love you back or resent you or blame you, and you will lose them. No wonder we have nightmare after nightmare of our children suffering or of losing them, or lovers turning against us, and are so deliriously glad when love is warm and strong between you. I had not thought of love and grief being so entwined, but yes, they are.
Absolutely i was very taken aback and almost offended because what he described about us disavowing own culture was a result of cruelty for our loyalty to it. Cutting off hair, putting razor sharp contraptions in our mouth so we wouldnt speak our native language, rape, murder, beating, beyond cruelty and the intended act of not recording us on records properly so we can not trace our lineage. I assure you this was not a disavowing. We kept what we could hide affectively
@@binathere2574he's talking about forced migration from the British Isles to North America, he makes that clear from the start. He used the wrong phrase but we all know what he meant.
It's so awful and sad. I can't stop crying. Stephen has the gift of long seeing. 1 in 4 Gen Xers have decided their parents are to blame for their problems so they have canceled them. 4 pages of Estranged Grandparents on FB, who have not seen their adult children in years and have grandchildren they have never seen.
I think this all applies to the current society, post-agricultural, post- industrial revolution. In the UK we have no food culture, we adopt what we eat from our colonies, or cultures we admire. Ironically Italy, France and Spain, whose food we replicate regularly, has a food culture very close to the earth and peasantry that the aspirational middle classes of the British are actually trying to reject
I’ve never looked at my kids and felt sorrow for taking part in their creation and therefor their death. It’s not beyond me that they will die, of course, but I feel zero “sorrow”. The only time I feel sorrow is when I think hypothetically about not being here, about never being born.
I’ve never looked at my kids and felt sorrow for taking part in their creation and therefor their death. It’s not beyond me that they will die, of course, but I feel zero “sorrow”. The only time I feel sorrow is when I think hypothetically about them not being here, about them never being born or taken from this life early.
