There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.
And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.
In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.
The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.
And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.
You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.
This is the most amazing thing I have ever read.
THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL IM ALMOST TEARING UP
Reblog for eternity.
So, in the middle of everything today, we ran across a hellaciously distressed momma mallard and a bunch of her baby ducks that had fallen down a sewer grate. Another guy was already trying to fish them out, so my friend and I called animal control before we tried to fish the rest of them out. When Animal Control got there, we had all of them out and the mother duck quacking very happily. I was surprised - none of us got snapped at or hurt. I was even holding onto a bag at one point that had all of them in it and she just watched me.
I love how pleased the momma duck looks in the pic where she’s standing on the dude. Like, “He’s savin’ my babies!”
reminder that there was a fairly odd parents movie where drake bell played timmy turner who was canonically 23 and still in elementary school
wtf look at this rectangle cow
That’s one soft and squishy looking cow.
Rose has the most epic one, I think.
Pretzel loves this blanket, but he hasn’t yet learned that he can’t burrow into it. :L
One of the most powerful moments in the film…
It’s that look of Toothless’ in the 4th gif that gets me every time. That pause after Stoick say “I’m so sorry.” It’s like Toothless understands, knows that Stoick is apologizing to not only Hiccup, but him as well for his resentment of dragons. It’s like Toothless can understand that the broken bond between his rider and Stoick has been mended.
EXACTLY. Toothless is super sensitive of people, especially when they say sorry to his Hiccup. He’s protective of Hiccup, but he will let down his guard when he sees remorse or compassion. In this case, he saw that Stoick was sorry, like you said, for his misjudgment of Hiccup and for dragonkind. Toothless is perceptive of that in in this moment chooses to reward Stoick with his son, but only after Stoick recognized his lesson and humbled himself enough to understand it.