A fisherman drew in a net that he had just cast, and it happened to be full of a variety of fish. The little one among the fish fled to the bottom and slipped out of the porous mesh, but the large one was caught and was laid stretched out in the boat. A way to be safe and clear of trouble is to be small, but seldom will you see a person large in reputation who escapes dangers.
(its from the Greek literature, author of the fable is Babrius)
(Fish image fromVancouver downtown Pier Market)
Moving the posts from an old fiction blogspot blog to here. ~
~Chiffon chain of children
There is this chain made of a thick thread of chiffon, like a scarf orange and fuxia in color. there are so many children hanging from it, you will never be able to count them…The chiffon scarf is soft and transparent, two children hanging at the same point can look at each other just seeing thru it while holding thightly by their hands. where is it going the little creatures chain? where did it start? i dont remember but it’s here….i am also hanging from it, too. A man came, he was a warrior who have never been defeated on any field for ages, being his powers infinite. he began counting the children, one by one while they were swinging and rocking themseves around the scarf amidst their best laughing and giggling. One/ two, three/four he started touching their heads by couple with both hands towards either left and right side of the chain. He could have extended his arms till the end of times. Today he is still counting and i discovered where the source of the scarf lies.
How full is the earth? i am a earth child and you? Can you go travelling inside the earth? Yes inside inside, in Her magnificent core, we can only meet at that point.
How does it sound? No sound, there is only an enriching silent in the earth core. It is only growing for earth children, not for all kind of earth creatures. the earth is our mother, everybody knows it. But not everybody can feel + fit into her Body.
What’s your name? earth child, i already told you.
Dont you have another name like susanna, mary, jin….?
Earth children are unnamed cause uncoloured are their faces and unspoken are their lips.
~Tree of life
Titina: Why dont you fall from the tree?
Kwan: Because my tree is too strong
Titina: Why dont you fall from that branch?
Kwan: Because it belongs to a strong tree indeed
Titina: What’s the name of your tree?
Kwan: The tree of life:
~ White chocolate
Time is ending! Yelled the girl – I am going to eat all the white chocolate because the time is ending. Do you know what the chocolate is made of? I give you the last chance yelled the girl to the motherstone. The monolyth was too busy to listen to her. There were like 15 other children on the other side of it and they were all so sweet and interested in knowing its story. The girl had promised white chocolate in exchange for the story and she didn’t turn around the huge stone to explore more. As a consequence she wasn’t aware of the children and ended up eating the chocolate alone without listening the real story of the monolyth.
It is a sunflower as high as the californian sequoias. All the children use the climb it because its stem is soft and ruvid at the same time, made of little bumps which can be helpful during the movement of going up. There are also small platforms where one can rest rising above. each platform is made of intricated roots gently coming out ofthe skin of the stem, they make up a nest of wood and cute leaves heart shaped. During the resting one can watch a movie too! The wall of the stem are so strong and particular that they even have digital screens incorporated. Each platform has a different corto going on, they usually last about 5 tyintys. the tyinty is the time unit inside the flower. it goes with some sort of a power hidden in its root. it goes with that time measure which is different. When it’s night time ths sunflower is still awaken and a huge cascade of light invest its full body. Only the children coming out from its root can have the privilege to stay awaken when the others are sleeping.
Sssssh the country is sleeping – mocked the wizard with a whisper, overwatching the new earth planet which was developing under his eyes. His daughter was very curious to follow the improvements of this planet and she would check out on the screen every time.
Papy why human love sleeping so much? they dont like sleeping, they LOVvvE sleeping!! why papy? Here we never sleep. what happen when we sleep? will we sleep one day us too?
My adorable, do you want to know more about sleeping? Are you sure?
Go and get a little bit more of yourself, then when you will be back we will start the dynamic story of the freedorm.
~ The mermaid
See the mermaid, her tail is golden. See her face pink and rotten. Don’t go ever with the mermaid, she’e half animal, she plays with humans and make them believe she has divine powers. Only few humans really have those powers, only few of them learned to use their own energy from within. They don’t go with mermaid, sometimes they go with others humans to help them to understand why the tail was golden and why the face was rotten.
~ Vera Ever Planet
It has been hidden under your bed for so many mounths, probably years. How long have you been living in that room? In that home?
The walls were fantastic, all covered by hand painted canvas, modern designs, circles, spirals, futuristic tools and machines, with the colors of silver and gold, glittered sky blue. I have never seen such prolific artwork in all my career, i was totally stunned and impressed by the amount of creativity so strongly perceptible, so palpable, i was absorbed by its vibrations. they were so cool, incredibly cool. This is the genius, and was still looking under the bed.
The most beautiful among the painting was the one of the planet.
TITLE: the Vera Ever Planet.
Tell me something about it? How about life there?
~end~ thanks for stopping by!
1. Explanation of our nervous system by Shri Mataj Nirmala Devi.
2. Magic of the gospel choir from South Africa
3. Sufi quotes from Rumi
4. Raga with superbe Shennai ever
5. Sweetness of deities
…and what are yours?
A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin. It was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time which was the rush hour, it was calculated that thousands of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule. A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the case and without stopping, continued to walk. A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.
The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.
In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua D. Bell, a Grammy Award winning and one of the best musicians in the States. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written with a 300-year old violin worth 3.5 million dollars. Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theatre in Boston and the seats average $100.
This is a real story. Joshua Bell
playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people.
The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour:
Do we perceive beauty?
Do we stop to appreciate it?
Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?
More and more clearly, Momo perceived that this mighty sound consisted of innumerable notes whose constant changes of pitch were forever weaving different harmonies. It was music, yet it was also something else. All at once, she recognized it as the faraway music she had sometimes faintly heard while listening to the silence of a starry night.
But now, as the sound became ever clearer and more glorious, she sensed that it was the resonant shaft of light that summoned each bud from the dark depths of the lake and fashioned it into a flower of unique and inimitable beauty.
The longer she listened, the more clearly she could make out individual voices – not human voices, but notes such as might have been given forth by gold and silver and every other precious metal in existence. And then, beyond them, as it were, voices of quite another kind made themselves heard, infinitely remote yet indescribably powerful.
As they gained strenght, Momo began to distinguish words uttered in a language she had never heard before but could nonetheless understand. The sun and moon and planets and stars were telling her their own, true names, and their names signified what they did and how they all combined to make each hour-lily flower and fade in turn.
[Momo, by M. Ende]
I have two close examples which support the fact that children can learn a new language not necessarily from mother tongue teachers.
The first is a long study to which by myself I participated in 1998-1999 with a master thesis in Rome. Based on the main idea of Bruner about constructivism in psychology and learning processes we focused on children at kindergarten level living in an Italian context and being exposed to the English language as second one (L2). The research was inspired by 400 teachers and their young pupils. We eventually wrote this book comprehensive of all the work done. The cool point is that maybe only one of the teacher was a native English speaker, all the others learned in our seminars and transmitted their knowledge in the classroom. We analyzed their progress, prnunciation, improvements, diaries, workshops, a lot of interesting material…They did an excellent job and the children learnt each year more and more! Statistics and databases inclueded in the same book. Do you know why the children learnt English? The main result was that is because the teacher love them and express her lovely attitude plus interest towards them daily and firmly. A section of the project was dedicated to the expressions of her face, to her words and behaviours with the little ones. They love the L2 because they love in primis the person who is teaching them. That is why we intitled the book “The magic teacher”. This magic is nothing but pure love!
Second example is fresher and again comes from an experience in Italy which I only heard about directly and am supporting with material in Chinese language. My auntie, an experienced teacher and coordinator of seminars and workshop at a primary school, is already conducting Chinese classes in ludic form to the kids. And she never spoke Chinese before. She is using the modern Youtube way, karaoke, playful settings and real small storytelling linked to the new life of her adorable daughter (me 🙂 ) Here is an example i provided her few weeks ago. It is just so much sweet:
“Children understand love more than anyone else” (Nirmala Srivastava)