There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists.
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Me too, CD. For one thing, it’s such beautiful language!
I disagree that it is forgotten.
It is because of that language that I cannot live in a city – that I have to be able to be near the woods, near the earth, in a place where I can see stars and where leaves collect in un-raked piles.
And I’m not the only one who hears those voices; there are many of us. I’d argue most of us know it, we’re just distracted by the voices of technology.
Astasia: “It is because of that language that I cannot live in a city – that I have to be able to be near the woods, near the earth, in a place where I can see stars and where leaves collect in un-raked piles.”
Well said!
Astasia: “I’d argue most of us know it, we’re just distracted by the voices of technology.”
Fascinating thought! You should blog on that. And if you don’t, I might.
Gratzi, Paul.
I’d be interested to see what thoughts you have on distraction by technology…I’m not sure how fully formed mine are, as of right now. I have a few nebulous ideas, but they don’t seem comprehensive as of yet.
I don’t know yet whether I’ll blog about it. I’m still thinking.