"There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic. "

Anais Nin

Solitude...death...

Solitude is necessary...Loneliness is difficult, but not solitude...it seems obvious to you, but in France we only have one word to say both things... I need solitude, to read, to create things, to write, to blog, to be...I know we're alone in life, alone when you're born, alone when you die...It's not important...The more I read texts on Navajos the more I realize death isn't really important, as long as it's not to early of course!!!(lol)...I find it difficult to talk with people explaining how you must prepare it, do things for people to come after you, so that they can remember you...I only have to say to my son and my grandchildren, please when I'm gone don't bother thinking about me...don't waste time...everyday life is so important, the past is past, dead people are dead...as far as I am concerned I don't care about being buried or cremated, they 'll do what's easier for them, I'll be dead anyway so that won't matter...but we're far from solitude aren't we!!!so let's go back to it and Anjela Duval...

D'am digenvezded
TO MY SOLITUDE

Peaceful solitude. Wise friend;
With your thousand counsels. Your thousand secrets.
An endless tranquility. Messenger from the Sky
Thank you! Divine companion...
You, brimming over with winged life,
With trees, with flowers, with flowing water
In which every life is so pure
Every dream. Every tradition. Every intelligence.
Peaceful solitude. Friend.
Oh balm of my heart,
Consolation of my Soul. Encouragement of my will.
Speak to me. Sing to me. Rock me
With refrains from the earliest times,
Songs of the Sun. Songs of the Wind,
Ballads of our people in Paradise,
The Echo of the Angelus in the Sanctuary
And the sound of the sluice-gate in the mute valley.
Solitude full of magical songs,
Friend, I salute you.

4/19/1968.
Read this poem in breton
Translated by Lenora Timm

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

must be something about the new year - I posted an excerpt from Oriah Mountain Dream on "silence" - I guess after the hustle and bustle of the holidays, one turns there to begin again.

RUTH said...

I think sometimes people mistake solitude for loneliness but they are quite different. Solitude is necessary sometimes; a chance for relection
Rx

RUTH said...

In answer to Mousie; no this did not upset me. It is all part of life. I love the idea of you as a Navajos; I think their outlook on life and death is stimulating to the soul. I think we need a picture of you in your war paint and feathers though!
Rx

Robyne said...

I too posted something about aloneness and loneliness are so different....must be the energy of the 2007 moon...
Robyne