Showing posts with label Wisdom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wisdom. Show all posts

Monday, 16 September 2013

Sharing the wisdom of marriage - a COMMON event sharing also the experience of Sukkot, the Feast of Tabernacles

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As readers of this blog will know, we are in the middle of what are known as the High Holy Days within the Jewish tradition.  Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur have passed and now we move into Sukkot known as the Feast of Booths or the Feast of Tabernacles which serves to remind people of their time in the desert after leaving Egypt thousands of years ago.  (Scroll back a little and you will find posts about Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur)

Brigid O'Carroll Walsh - who is Secretary of the Ballarat Interfaith Network - will be one of the speakers at this event next Saturday.  Please come along and support her and say hello.

Friday, 2 August 2013

Wisdom and knowledge gained ... Beside the Creek

A blog can take many forms. So can an interfaith organisation.  So to begin, the first post is in a reflective mood.  It is a poem from which this blog takes its title ... Beside The Creek.  The poem is by the great Australian poet, Judith Wright. Wright was in her lifetime a significant environmentalist.  From both her literary works and her environmental advocacy, we can see that she was a person who was immersed in the Australian landscape in all its variety and forms.  Beside The Creek is a reflective poem.  It is written in the first person and in a reflective tone.  The "I" of the poem writes from the perspective of having been on a journey in which wisdom was learned.  The "I" now has a more mature knowledge which means actions are now different because of the wisdom and knowledge gained.  May our reflections have similar results.

Beside the Creek
by Judith Wright 
Under the wavering water shine the stones,
rounded in ruby-colours and clouded white.
Once I walked barefoot into that cool
Never-ceasing flow. I gathered once
Pebbles and ripples, the skimming rounds of light,
And took them home.

Now I am no such fool,
no such blest and envied stupid child
as to believe those colours, that once dry
gathered dust on a top shelf, heavy and dull
as pages written, pages forgotten and filed.
Here on the bank I sit unmoving; I
know the ungathered alone stays beautiful
and the best poem is the poem I never wrote.

Or so I said, watching the summer through.
But oh – years, time, you hoarsen here a throat
that sang all day without suspecting you;
stiffen the hands that gathered rubies then,
and open now, to show this dubious stone.

The poem can be found in -
Judith Wright - Collected poems  1942-1970
(A & R Modern Poets)
1971