Doubly Maternally-Blessed, Thanks Mom and Happy Mother’s Day 2009
by This is really a tribute for Mother’s day because it is about my dear moms father. She is what she is because he was the greatest man that ever breathed life into even the darkest and deadest of nights, days, emotions, experiences, etc.
This is really a tribute for Mother’s day because it is about my dear moms father. She is what she is because he was the greatest man that ever breathed life into even the darkest and deadest of nights, days, emotions, experiences, etc. When I did my baccalaureate studies I had to delve into many different minds and what they held precious. I had so much practice with my grandfather, DyiDyi. He was for me a teacher, a dreamer, a true believer in more than this, an independent in a world of dependers-upon; someone always needed him for something because he knew everything and there was nothing he could not tackle. Strong-willed and almost impervious to anything that would bring him down.
I discovered in my junior year of Ursuline College that a man named David Elkinds would be a source of great inspiration and a source of understanding people like my grandfather and my mother. David Elkins explains that “myth-ology is the oldest path to the sacred” (1) for it encompasses centuries of historical value from all diverse cultures, coming forth as a means to express experiences using symbols, rituals and mythological stories.
Myth is a truly colorful addition to the sacred aspect of our basic personality. It has been researched in this paper by using personal affirmation of how story heightens thinking and perception, altered, creates growth and change. It is a level of consciousness that involves creativity, intuition, and passion. It is the level us artists work best at . . . And even if my mother does not see herself as the painter or gifted conversationalist artist my grandfather, her father was, I see her as a great inspiration to me.
So true of my mom who like her father, thoroughly enjoys the history of any country and any century; in fact the older and more mysterious the better. This type of learning instruction is delivered from generation to generation by mouth and gesticulation. Momma was fashioned perfectly in this sense on the loom my grandparents built for her to thread her life’s tapestry on. It was a basic construction and she had to be given the smarts to find the right colors, the appropriate textures of lines both silken and cotton double-or-triple stranded, and of course the overall design of her life, my mother wanted to bring to fruition.
The tapestries of life are originally inspired by whomever it is reiterated and handed over to by avid listeners, is forever changing its original content if the tapestry is woven correctly. The previous storytellers have added to the original story over and over again and while the tapestry accommodates many different threads, the general pattern rarely is deviated from. It is refreshing that these days so much more consideration is being addressed to what others think of us that we adopt their thread and lose our own. I found mom and grandpa stay open-minded as age is represented in how patterns fade and get replaced by new shades or different strands.
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