What a beautiful reading of a memoir of courage and resistance. You are really excavating amazing connections with your own paths too! I also loved your excepts about vision, which really resonate for me, especially now😿
Thanks for reading, especially at a time when reading is hard on your eyes! I can see how his words must have resonated. I'll send you another short passage privately.
What a tremendous read. Also, I'll be thinking about this for some time:
"...vision distances us from the object of our gaze. A tree becomes a thing out there that we look at and then describe. But when you touch and feel a leaf to know it, then you enter into relationship with it."
I remember reading, in a grad school feminist methodology course, about how vision is the dominating sense in western cultures, but not so in other parts of the world (I wish I could pull more details, but this is what I remember). And it felt like one of those things that was so obvious I'd never noticed it, until suddenly I did. (Even the way we use sight words to describe understanding--*see* what I mean?) Your beautiful post has me luxuriating in all this, how there are just so many different ways we get to know things.
Yes! It instantly felt true to me, too--that we've become "stuck" on seeing, just like we've been stuck in our heads with this illusion of objective, detached knowledge. I'm so glad the post spoke to you.
Hollins? I thinking that is from where my daughter-in-law graduated.
I may check out the book. I’m attracted to the light in people….
Carol Richardson
It's a small world. The book really is unique and wonderful.
What a beautiful reading of a memoir of courage and resistance. You are really excavating amazing connections with your own paths too! I also loved your excepts about vision, which really resonate for me, especially now😿
Thanks for reading, especially at a time when reading is hard on your eyes! I can see how his words must have resonated. I'll send you another short passage privately.
What a tremendous read. Also, I'll be thinking about this for some time:
"...vision distances us from the object of our gaze. A tree becomes a thing out there that we look at and then describe. But when you touch and feel a leaf to know it, then you enter into relationship with it."
I remember reading, in a grad school feminist methodology course, about how vision is the dominating sense in western cultures, but not so in other parts of the world (I wish I could pull more details, but this is what I remember). And it felt like one of those things that was so obvious I'd never noticed it, until suddenly I did. (Even the way we use sight words to describe understanding--*see* what I mean?) Your beautiful post has me luxuriating in all this, how there are just so many different ways we get to know things.
Yes! It instantly felt true to me, too--that we've become "stuck" on seeing, just like we've been stuck in our heads with this illusion of objective, detached knowledge. I'm so glad the post spoke to you.