beautiful stories from around the world

A Child’s Song of an African tribe,

sung throughout its Life

There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.

a Child's Song

And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.

In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.

The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.
And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.

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You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.

 

dobri dobrev

Dobri Dobrev, the Bulgarian altruist,

who begs for money to give away

In Bulgaria, 98 year old Dobri Dobrev, a man who lost his hearing in the second world war, walks 10 kilometers from his village in his homemade clothes and leather shoes to the city of Sofia, where he spends the day begging for money.

though a well known fixture around several of the city’s churches, known for his prostrations of thanks to all donors, it was only recently discovered that he has donated every penny he has collected — over 40,000 euros — towards the restoration of decaying bulgarian monasteries and churches and the utility bills of orphanages, living instead off his monthly state pension of 80 euros.

Elephant Prosthesis in Asia

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Elephant Prosthesis

 

OK, crying now.

Faith in humanity restored again

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=^•֢•^=  from Russia?

Loving kindness rocks.
Fox cub
and the Hound

=^•..•^=

School kids in UK. Jas Jpg

Scruffy dog has chance encounter with school kids in UK park. What was I worried about?

** Credits are below, but in actuality the top two posts were re-blogged a fair few times before they got to me. 
Which shows not just how brilliant they are, but also how meaningful it is to this generation that these things happen. Such beauty is worth recording, sharing and celebrating!

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Dedicated to the Pulminary Fibrosis support group, LEEP, I helped out at today. It was a discussion there that really got me thinking about current values, and prompted this post. So thanks guys, for being inspiring 🙂
☆ And thanks to the hospital staff there for restoring my faith in what the medical profession’s really there for.


Credits
via Tumblr:
A child’s song via: starseedthoughts / thegodmolecule
Dobri Dobrev via: starseedthoughts / amysphoenix
Elephant Prosthesis via: self-assassin, Babydoll1976, et al

Elephant Assii art by PjP
Bristol school kids by Jas

 

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Dharma Dog ~ MKMC photo

Mu at the Avalokiteshvara empowerment, MKMC

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Sengai-Mu has accompanied me to numerous empowerments and an ordination.

Not for him, tho Chönden did say “that’s more than most humans get to do.” 
He tends to crash out in my wheelchair when it all gets too much 😉

(* Mu, not Gen Chönden ;~)

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