Parables @ MindSay 
- Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?
- Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?
- Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you.
Yes, "Animals Do Have A Soul! Every living being has a "Soul! Don't let the "Self Serving and Speciest" Organized Religions tell you otherwise! It is "Because of their "SPECIEST" rhetoric, that animals are so abused, in laboratories, on factory farms, in puppy (and kitten) mills, and unfortunately the list goes on! All living beings have the "Inherent Birthright" to "The Pursuit Of Life, Liberty, and Happiness!
TITLE: Dogsong AUTHOR: Gary Paulson
A strangely interesting story of a 14 yr old Eskimo boy in a "coming of age" tale, this story is filled with questions of life and death, nature and supernatural. Our discussion in class today centered around 3 basic questions:
- Why does the old man, Oogruk, go out onto the ice to die?
- What might be an appropriate reading level / age group for this novel?
- Are there universal archetypes, such as the monomyth, that transcend culture?
Likewise, the second question also left room for debate. There are some gruesome details, though "natural", that may be upsetting to some students. There are statements made that may be offensive to certain people because of their apparent bias. Although some 7th - 8th graders may be able to digest it, I feel it is more appropriate for more mature students, perhaps juniors or seniors.
I guess my own response centered mostly around the third question. To my mind, people are people. We have the same genuine fundamental needs regardless of cultural influence, although how we go about meeting or satisfying those needs may depend on our culture. Some wanted to make it a gender issue because the protagonist in this story is a 14 yr old male, but again, I suggested it was "bigger" than that. It is about one human in search of his purpose or destiny and how his search impacts others. At one point toward the end, he comes to the realization that life is about the journey, not about any particular destination. He remembers this lesson as it drops from his brain to his heart. It isd one thing to "know" a thing, another to KNOW it (by experience).
If you have a chance (if you're older than 14 ;) ) and are interested in a different kind of book, give it a try. It's a quick read. :D
~ B
Long ago, a wood carver named Matsugoro found himself gazing at The Tall One. Standing proud and almighty, this tree cast the longest shadow in the village. Because of its indomitable presence throughout hundreds of years, it became the hub of this village. With a sigh, he stared at it every day while carting his wares to sell on the streets.
As a child, Matsugoro used to climb every tree that he set his eyes on - all but The Tall One. He felt free and fearless. He was so daring that he was called the Monkey Boy. He didn't just think about doing things, he did them. When he reached the top of each tree, he yelled in a clear and loud voice allowing his spirit to soar.
Years passed. Adulthood took over and Matsugoro soon found that being so uninhibited was frowned upon by his fellow villagers. Family life and hard work were the expected routine. His own work absorbed most of the time and away he toiled. He turned serious and quiet. His dreams faded and he no longer felt like the Monkey Boy.
But every morning it never failed; The Tall One spoke to him with its silent defiance. He never voiced his dream of climbing it, for he never really said anything at all. Keeping to his usual way, he turned into a man of steady but boring virtue. But deep inside, the voice of the Monkey Boy was gently resonating.
One summer day, he awoke feeling the weight of discontentment sitting heavily on his chest. He knew that it was time to challenge The Tall One.
The first branch was easy to reach. The second and third seemed more spread apart. His body stretched and his hands strained with each grasp. His muscles shook and burned from exhaustion. Nevertheless, he kept looking up while imagining the almost forgotten taste of victory.
The sun grew hotter and hotter, whipping his back with its scorching rays. But still he kept going. The climb chipped away many minutes. Minutes turned into hours. Finally, when it seemed like his arms were going to break like the frailest of twigs, he looked up once more. He saw that he was almost there.
Matsugoro listened closely to his inner voice. He had to visualize that he had the ability within and remember himself as a child. Just as The Tall One once seemed so indomitable to him, he now felt like the one who was unconquerable.
He allowed a breath. It was such a deep, loving breath and let go of all fear and finally heard the voice.
With his last bit of energy, Matsugoro lifted himself and finally caught sight of the very top branch. He let himself rest awhile. With limbs quivering and sweat dripping, he saw his village. What a sight. Suddenly, everything looked so small. Then the voice of the Monkey Boy traveled from his belly and he yelled from the top of his lungs "Thank you." He surrendered to his spirit, returning to the Monkey Boy. The booming, clear voice sounded almost foreign to him, for he hadn't heard it for so long.
He felt aware. A new vision was emerging. His body felt so alive for the first time in years. He was frightened at first, but he realized that he enjoyed this awareness. It really wasn't about this one conquest. There were surely more challenges that awaited Matsugoro. But through this journey, he saw a vista of other possibilities.
The breath that Matsugoro allowed is the key. With that one breath, he lets himself live the moment. The strong voice is Matsugoro; Matsugoro is the voice. Nobody would have known it because he never portrays it.
We come to perceive ourselves as others see us. Our persona, a Greek word meaning "through the sound," is intimately related to our voice. Matsugoro's newfound voice reflects who he truly is and not how his culture viewed him. Like Matsugoro, we stop using our natural voice because we are often told to "be quiet" and to speak only when it is "appropriate."
Voice, both our inner and outer, is your identity. It represents you to the world. It tells people everything about who you are, how you feel about yourself and what you believe in - just as Matsugoro discovered. If you don't own your voice, you don't own your power. You limit the way you are perceived as well as the choices you make. Vocal Awareness establishes a relationship to the persona; how we are perceived versus how we would like to be perceived - and thus how to be.
Vocal Awareness represents a paradigm shift in how we view our voice. It truly is about empowerment. Through structured exercises, Vocal Awareness builds presentation and performance techniques as it integrates the mind/body/spirit. Matsugoro became empowered through his vision and energized by his step-by-step climb, thus building confidence and mastery and self-esteem.
Vocal Awareness requires a choice; to choose to do something or to choose not to do it. Matsugoro makes a choice. The goal is to live life on our terms.
Just as Matsugoro's life journey is defined by The Tall One, so is ours. Vocal Awareness teaches the principles of personal sovereignty - supreme excellence - so we can all shout from the top of The Tall One. Read about Arthur Joseph's Vocal Power Course here
