REGIFTING

I cannot say I entirely buy all stuff Gibran has written. This poem has, however, been important to me since I first read it in the early seventies.

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.

Spring, marvellous spring

The winter in Norway has been long, cold, icy and dark. Driving through blizzard to and from my Mom has required the skill of an experienced and devoted driver and a four wheel drive. Our Gunnar.
Now we have passed spring equinox, the snowdrops, daffodils and hyacinths are blooming, no red so far, and the sun is shining 13 hours a day.
Time to wash the salt of the car and change the studded winter tires with lighter summer wheels. Most people wait till after Easter with the great car cleaning. Norwegians are weird, you see. Just as flowers, birds and green grass are pooping out from their safe winter hide away, people drag out tons of skiing equipment and drive on flocks up to the mountains.
I wouldn't change my life in the lowlands for a million bucks.
Life is good after all.

Magical Mystery Teacher is hosting Ruby Tuesday 2 together with Gemma Wiseman

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