May I join in your song, your dance, your beauty? I know I am not indigenous but I promise to be respectful of all that is. I desire to see you reach your potential and to contribute in whatever way I can toward helping you achieve greatness - both as a nation and as individual people.
I humbly commit to learn your cultures, your languages (at least a few of them!), your values and your philosophies. I will rejoice in and celebrate your uniqueness, and hold dear all that you have to offer, to teach, and to share. I will honour and respect you, and work for your benefit.
I offer myself to you; would you allow me to learn how to become a grace note to you?
I humbly commit to learn your cultures, your languages (at least a few of them!), your values and your philosophies. I will rejoice in and celebrate your uniqueness, and hold dear all that you have to offer, to teach, and to share. I will honour and respect you, and work for your benefit.
I offer myself to you; would you allow me to learn how to become a grace note to you?
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You are welcome here :-)
Dankie baie!
Isak Dinesen wrote: “If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me?”
Hauntingly beautiful! I confess to not having read Out of Africa since moving here (though I have seen the film again). Time to remedy that!
Babette's Feast is one of my all-time favourites. It's one of the most incredible examples of Grace in literature (in my opinion).
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