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Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Flower Guys
















I would like to think the Flower Guys, as my grand daughter calls them, are reintegrative, joining, rejoining the natural and the human into one fabric, human bodies with flower tops. This theme seeks me out from the initial "way into the flowering heart" of Sir Walter's loss of his son to thirty years later in all the Pennsylvania Dutch mythology of the flowering heart and now to these vessels. For as Ken says the Wabenaki believed that inviting the lost, fragmented, rejected and rejecting spirit into the family, honoring him, her or it with family titles, father, father-in-law, implicitly comforting them, clothing and reclothing them, and feeding them real food, which means the food of the soul so they do not have to eat the hearts of the enemies in ritual cannibalism or famine, giving them children to play with, brings them back from their cold into the warmth of the hearth and home and kin. from Pursing Gluskap. https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1338801995


 







But more, and better, let the flower guys see  that whenever two people look into each other's faces the eyes of others are present, for there is a trace of a third person present in every face we encounter. We exist for each other as the start of breath starts speech in our throats and must know that we are either in the process of damaging or protecting the world.  He who has conferred upon us the power to open or close thousands of myriads of forces and worlds, has made us responsible for the maintenance of this universe. He gave to man dominion of his hands. This is the intimate trace of consciousness we awake in the public nature of our words and language itself, turning every meeting between one person and another into a meeting that must include the whole of humanity, living and dead.  It goes without saying that not one detail from any moment at all is lost of our deeds, words and thoughts. Each one goes back to its root to carry on in the height of heights, in the worlds and among the pure superior lights.

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