Post by Annacat on Sept 6, 2005 21:29:26 GMT -5
6 September 2005
You know, one time I wrote a poem called "Chant for Narayan." Some of you have read it, and others have heard it at Mysterium. The general gist of it is that Narayan will live on, and that no matter what happens, as long as the traditions are carried on and as long as the Way of the Tree is followed Narayan can never truly die.
At the time, I had no idea how true that was. I was thinking of it purely in terms of Exile, of Saavedro coming back to his home and family, of Narayan rebuilding after the war, but it's true of the Collective as well. We've had our down times as well as our up times, but we keep coming back.
Why? Because we love Narayan. Because there's something in the Age of Balance, something in the ideas of harmony and tradition that call to us. Because of the friendship we share, our uniqueness within the Myst community. We have a loyalty, an affiliation. And just maybe, in this crazy universe, a place that might start to feel like home. I don't know, maybe because we're just too darn stubborn to disappear for long. I think the Collective might be more like a dandelion than a violet. We have a taproot. We'll be back, no matter what.
These are tough times in the Myst community and in the realWorld at large. I'm sensitive to that. I know there's a lot of hurt there, and I feel it. I'm grateful I have this place to fall back on, though. You guys are such treasured friends, and I am forever grateful for your love and support.
Yesterday I painted my desk. I didn't have a specific plan in mind, just that I wanted to do some kind of abstract design. I didn't actually intend it to come out looking particularly Narayani. It did, though. The right half looks like vines, or maybe Lattice, and the left half represents the sea. Balance. The elements of Narayan. Maybe I painted that because that's what's in me, or what I want to be. Balanced, at peace.
I'm a graduate student now, studying Folklore. My life is going really well, actually. My family is very proud. How many people can say their family actually thought that Folklore sounded like a "good career"? My parents were pleased; they thought I'd be happy, and they approved of my decision. They said it was useful and worthwhile. I'm grateful for them, too. Sometimes I can't believe how understanding they are, and how supportive. I suppose they understand because they're teachers, but they're dreamers, too. They understand why I value tradition and culture so highly. They appreciate the importance of this, and the fact that they're pleased and proud makes me feel more confident, and more secure.
I should stop rambling and go to bed. I know I'm being awfully sentimental. There's a lot to be happy about, though. I truly believe everything is going to be OK. These are hard times, but there's so much cause for happiness, too. I feel it, and I hope I can share it.
*grug* @ you all
You know, one time I wrote a poem called "Chant for Narayan." Some of you have read it, and others have heard it at Mysterium. The general gist of it is that Narayan will live on, and that no matter what happens, as long as the traditions are carried on and as long as the Way of the Tree is followed Narayan can never truly die.
At the time, I had no idea how true that was. I was thinking of it purely in terms of Exile, of Saavedro coming back to his home and family, of Narayan rebuilding after the war, but it's true of the Collective as well. We've had our down times as well as our up times, but we keep coming back.
Why? Because we love Narayan. Because there's something in the Age of Balance, something in the ideas of harmony and tradition that call to us. Because of the friendship we share, our uniqueness within the Myst community. We have a loyalty, an affiliation. And just maybe, in this crazy universe, a place that might start to feel like home. I don't know, maybe because we're just too darn stubborn to disappear for long. I think the Collective might be more like a dandelion than a violet. We have a taproot. We'll be back, no matter what.
These are tough times in the Myst community and in the realWorld at large. I'm sensitive to that. I know there's a lot of hurt there, and I feel it. I'm grateful I have this place to fall back on, though. You guys are such treasured friends, and I am forever grateful for your love and support.
Yesterday I painted my desk. I didn't have a specific plan in mind, just that I wanted to do some kind of abstract design. I didn't actually intend it to come out looking particularly Narayani. It did, though. The right half looks like vines, or maybe Lattice, and the left half represents the sea. Balance. The elements of Narayan. Maybe I painted that because that's what's in me, or what I want to be. Balanced, at peace.
I'm a graduate student now, studying Folklore. My life is going really well, actually. My family is very proud. How many people can say their family actually thought that Folklore sounded like a "good career"? My parents were pleased; they thought I'd be happy, and they approved of my decision. They said it was useful and worthwhile. I'm grateful for them, too. Sometimes I can't believe how understanding they are, and how supportive. I suppose they understand because they're teachers, but they're dreamers, too. They understand why I value tradition and culture so highly. They appreciate the importance of this, and the fact that they're pleased and proud makes me feel more confident, and more secure.
I should stop rambling and go to bed. I know I'm being awfully sentimental. There's a lot to be happy about, though. I truly believe everything is going to be OK. These are hard times, but there's so much cause for happiness, too. I feel it, and I hope I can share it.
*grug* @ you all
