It's Michaelmas day, September 29th, and celebrating the festival brings back memories of years past. I picture my children wearing red, my daughter's long hair braided, both with shining eyes as they watched the dragon writhing during an assembly in their Waldorf School.
On this festival, we have shared a harvest loaf and song, tossed shooting stars made of silk and ribbons, and hiked in the woods. This is the celebration of Michael, who was known for vanquishing the dragon. Besides social festivities, adults find a chance for self development by recognizing inner dragons in order to keep them at bay. The image for the festival is that of the horseman pointing his sword toward the dragon surrendering at his feet.
This is the time of year that we reap the harvest and begin preparations for the winter months ahead. We embrace Michaelmas stories of heavenly fire coming down to earth through shooting stars and iron rich raisins that we knead into our harvest loaf. We shore up our strength, exercising our will to be the best we can be. Fortified by a rich celebration with friends and family, we enter the season of Michaelmas ready to do our work.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Gibran on Children
On Children
Kahlil Gibran
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
Kahlil Gibran
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
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