Truth

from: dan >dan31@webtv.net>
to: hceragioli@aol.com
Sent: Tue, 5 Jul 2005
Ssubject: Re: Truth

The Tsalagi (Cherokee) designate the principal soul (of the four that a human has...and perhaps I should note that the english word soul is only the closest approximation of the Tsalagi meaning...not an accurate translation)...as the inbiding wind soul. It enters when you draw your first breath at birth and departs at the moment of death. It is your personal experience of The Wind and it bears the unique form of your personality. With every breath, you shape the nature of your personal wind...and just as a tree is shaped in part by the nature of the wind in its environment, so your own nature is shaped by your "wind soul" This was given to you by the Creator, not by me. I think it is important to acknowledge the true origin of the gift.
I could not possibly guess what you need to know...but I will write my impression: The metaphors that you use; "body aches" "can't stand it" and "tell me what I need" are images of slavery and torture....no doubt they are popular romantic conventions in this society, but that doesn't make them healthy or appealing, at least not to me. It sounds as tho what you really need is something to devour. Try growing your own food. Or personally killing a creature to eat. Observe the process carefully and the plants and animals will give you what you need.

From: hceratioli@aol.comn
To: dan31@webtv.net
Date: Tue. 05 Jul 2005

It seems to me that you've turned something that is quite beautiful into something rather ugly. Or perhaps I did..but not meaning to. It appears my 'vocabulary' is wrong. Again, it goes back to interpretation. I don't wish to 'devour' you at all. I am only trying...not too succeedingly...to express what your words have done for me and do for me. And yes I will admit quite honestly that my body is quite deliciously yearning for the words that lead me here. If the 'words' are attached to a being...so be it.

....I spent some time this weekend with friends who are going through difficult times. All I could keep saying, "it just takes time". These emails from 4 years ago, yes, make me realize, it definitely takes time to move from one place to another. Remembering how "frustrated" I was at that time, makes me wonder, "was I really in that place". Yes, I was and it was a very difficult place to be in. Today, the peace, the beauty of life itself, oh my!