tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010494928772077300.post2992368158909368047..comments2024-03-01T14:26:39.432+01:00Comments on Sophia's Mirror: The SongbirdEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11344595922514131573noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010494928772077300.post-25673327148087014192015-05-26T11:21:36.667+02:002015-05-26T11:21:36.667+02:00Zo mooi toch, Hannah... hoe we ons allebei geraakt...Zo mooi toch, Hannah... hoe we ons allebei geraakt wisten door de zang van de lijster ... in stille Verwondering. Dank je wel! Emmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11344595922514131573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010494928772077300.post-74616319607714637382015-05-26T10:35:55.193+02:002015-05-26T10:35:55.193+02:00Ik luisterde gisteren samen met mijn dochter naar ...Ik luisterde gisteren samen met mijn dochter naar het lied van de zanglijster. Samen waren we stil en ontroerd.... Wat mooi om hier een verhaal te treffen, die de lading van dat bijzondere moment volledig verwoord!<br />Hannah gewoonhannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03337217701300941976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010494928772077300.post-8892586486934393072013-10-04T15:56:55.484+02:002013-10-04T15:56:55.484+02:00What a wonderful reaction, Joseph! I was thrilled ...What a wonderful reaction, Joseph! I was thrilled and touched by the way you turned the question around and, insightful as always, placed the focus upon what the man's wife said. Her own 'love song' was expressed in her wish to present her husband with a tasty meal that she knew would please him, and was in its own way no less loving and attentive than his earlier remark to her. And thank you, David, for the nugget of truth at the heart of my little story! <br />In the end every woman on this planet knows that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach! I'll happily cook beans for the both of you anytime!Emmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11344595922514131573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010494928772077300.post-46955960942148021042013-10-04T15:37:29.069+02:002013-10-04T15:37:29.069+02:00Such a touching story, Emma. And an effective remi...Such a touching story, Emma. And an effective reminder (which we know!) that women are way better at multitasking than men! The woman could give her attention equally to the beauty of the birdsong and to thoughts of the coming dinner that she would prepare. Such a simple love is expressed here.Hawkwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07993700120131916459noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010494928772077300.post-38111364937451873512013-10-03T19:58:40.754+02:002013-10-03T19:58:40.754+02:00Thank you for the wonderfully touching story about...Thank you for the wonderfully touching story about the married couple. It starts humorously with the husband exasperated by his wife's seemingly lack of appreciation of the birds' singing. Most married people, husbands and wives, can certainly recognize the experience of being frustrated by the other partner. The ending is priceless. The husband suddenly realizes that his wife was more deeply in tune (no pun intended) with the birds than he was. What is interesting to me is what the birds signify in the story. The birds were singing in unison, "two voices, one song." They represent two beings united in love and sharing a common purpose. This is in contrast to the lack of a close connection of the couple. Certainly there may be great love, but there is a disconnection too. The husband views his wife through the filters of his mind - judging her to be less than ideal. His wife appeared wistful, and could it be that she was sensing the longing for the type of oneness of heart the birds seemed to express. “Would you like to have French beans for dinner?” may be a love song from his wife that he was not aware of. After all it's only French beans and here are these wonderful birds singing and my dear wife is distracting me! So often we take for granted the miracle of people around us. I think it's because we tend to see them through the labels we have of them, through our mental and emotional filters. Everyone is a divine embodiment. Each one of us is infinitely more that any role we may be playing on our short sojourn on earth, and we are more than any judgment anyone may have of us. In this way we can appreciate the miracle of presence, of Spirit, of all people, even the ones who give us grief! In this spirit we can create our love song by singing our response, "Yes dear I would absolutely love French beans for dinner!"Josephhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08209551489584694322noreply@blogger.com