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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 671774" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>So, Saturday and Sunday are Book TV days. And these are my favorite programs, and I wait for them all week, as you know. (Now that Beverly Hills Housewives, where the higher the heel, the closer to God, isn't on anymore.) Today, just now in fact, a Japanese lady writing about the Internment. Telling how everything was lost, had been taken, any smallest thing of value, gone ~ stolen, by the time they were allowed to return. By the time they and their children and families were freed. (As we are freeing ourselves, and our families, now.) When they returned, they were told ten of their twenty acres would be taken by the Government, one way or the other. So, they sold the ten acres and were left with ten acres of land and nothing more, at all.</p><p></p><p>And the lady says there are people who say to her, "Aren't you angry. Aren't you bitter."</p><p></p><p>"No!" she says. "This is my country." </p><p></p><p>"We paid back. Five of us in my family joined the Service. We paid back; we proved ourselves loyal and we proved our worth to this Country, to this wonderful Country of our choosing."</p><p></p><p>And she talked about the shooting at the Church when a White man shot dead so many Black people and the people forgave him. And she said, "Like a mist of forgiveness, a cooling mist of forgiveness, so that we can create something more, something good."</p><p></p><p>So, I think that applies very nicely to our healing processes.</p><p></p><p>Internment: When we are overpowered and falsely accused and named traitor and everything we had left is stolen away, while we are Interned. (This would be reputation among family, among extended family; this would be the nieces and nephews poisoned against us, and the new husbands or wives. This would be my mother, writing a story casting suspicion of murder on her mother-in-law once my father and everyone we know in his family was dead.)</p><p></p><p>The cooling mist of forgiveness.</p><p></p><p>And the lady was surrounded by growing plants. And I got it that the misting was an intentional act; an act of faith and belief.</p><p></p><p>A cooling mist of forgiveness.</p><p></p><p>No more than that. No further definition required.</p><p></p><p>A little like, "Pray for their peace and therein, find our own."</p><p></p><p>So I don't know exactly how that fits here either, I just know that it does.</p><p></p><p>The Country is our own lives, of course. Our own lives that we've chosen, and created from nothing but what was left after everything was stolen and even that was cut in half. And even the family members who joined the Service and served well and honorably. No one knows about that, anymore. No one cared about it, then.</p><p></p><p>Except them; except the lady and her family.</p><p></p><p>Except us, as we tell ourselves true things that are so unbelievably hurtful and that seem so wickedly pointless and so wrong.</p><p></p><p>It had to do with honor, this lady's talk, and with the Japanese family declaring their own names in that same way that committing to our work with integrity has to do with honor, and with declaring our own names, and with defining ourselves to ourselves, and with making that visible not for them, not for anyone else, but for ourselves.</p><p></p><p>Internal locus of control.</p><p></p><p>That is how we regain it.</p><p></p><p><em>The quality of Mercy is not strain'd</em></p><p><em>It falleth as the gentle rain from Heav'n</em></p><p><em>Upon the place beneath.</em></p><p></p><p><em>It is twice blest;</em></p><p><em>It blesseth him that gives and him</em></p><p><em>that takes.</em></p><p></p><p><em>"Tis Mightiest in the Mighty.</em></p><p></p><p>So, that's Shakespeare, of course. From the Merchant of Venice.</p><p></p><p>Very helpful to me, when I am deeply angered and in that place of bitter vengeance.</p><p></p><p><em>The quality of Mercy is not strain'd....</em></p><p></p><p>A cooling mist of forgiveness, intentionally undertaken. Not for their sakes, but for our own.</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 671774, member: 17461"] So, Saturday and Sunday are Book TV days. And these are my favorite programs, and I wait for them all week, as you know. (Now that Beverly Hills Housewives, where the higher the heel, the closer to God, isn't on anymore.) Today, just now in fact, a Japanese lady writing about the Internment. Telling how everything was lost, had been taken, any smallest thing of value, gone ~ stolen, by the time they were allowed to return. By the time they and their children and families were freed. (As we are freeing ourselves, and our families, now.) When they returned, they were told ten of their twenty acres would be taken by the Government, one way or the other. So, they sold the ten acres and were left with ten acres of land and nothing more, at all. And the lady says there are people who say to her, "Aren't you angry. Aren't you bitter." "No!" she says. "This is my country." "We paid back. Five of us in my family joined the Service. We paid back; we proved ourselves loyal and we proved our worth to this Country, to this wonderful Country of our choosing." And she talked about the shooting at the Church when a White man shot dead so many Black people and the people forgave him. And she said, "Like a mist of forgiveness, a cooling mist of forgiveness, so that we can create something more, something good." So, I think that applies very nicely to our healing processes. Internment: When we are overpowered and falsely accused and named traitor and everything we had left is stolen away, while we are Interned. (This would be reputation among family, among extended family; this would be the nieces and nephews poisoned against us, and the new husbands or wives. This would be my mother, writing a story casting suspicion of murder on her mother-in-law once my father and everyone we know in his family was dead.) The cooling mist of forgiveness. And the lady was surrounded by growing plants. And I got it that the misting was an intentional act; an act of faith and belief. A cooling mist of forgiveness. No more than that. No further definition required. A little like, "Pray for their peace and therein, find our own." So I don't know exactly how that fits here either, I just know that it does. The Country is our own lives, of course. Our own lives that we've chosen, and created from nothing but what was left after everything was stolen and even that was cut in half. And even the family members who joined the Service and served well and honorably. No one knows about that, anymore. No one cared about it, then. Except them; except the lady and her family. Except us, as we tell ourselves true things that are so unbelievably hurtful and that seem so wickedly pointless and so wrong. It had to do with honor, this lady's talk, and with the Japanese family declaring their own names in that same way that committing to our work with integrity has to do with honor, and with declaring our own names, and with defining ourselves to ourselves, and with making that visible not for them, not for anyone else, but for ourselves. Internal locus of control. That is how we regain it. [I]The quality of Mercy is not strain'd It falleth as the gentle rain from Heav'n Upon the place beneath.[/I] [I]It is twice blest; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.[/I] [I]"Tis Mightiest in the Mighty.[/I] So, that's Shakespeare, of course. From the Merchant of Venice. Very helpful to me, when I am deeply angered and in that place of bitter vengeance. [I]The quality of Mercy is not strain'd....[/I] A cooling mist of forgiveness, intentionally undertaken. Not for their sakes, but for our own. Cedar [/QUOTE]
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