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There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.
And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.
In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.
The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.
And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.
You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.
Okay… this is one of the most beautiful things I have ever read. *tears*
All credit goes to Thug Kitchen. Don’t forget to pour some out for your homies. <3
EPCOT Phone Booths!
If you’ve ever wanted to call, these are apparently the phone numbers for the booths in Canada and the UK pavilions.
U.K. Phone Booths
- Right Booth: 407 827-9861
- Left Booth: 407 827-9862
- Center Booth: 407 827-9863
Canada Phone Booth
Go ahead! Reach out to a Disney guest and tell us all about it!
When I visited Epcot a couple weeks ago, I called the one on the right while some girl from a tour group was in there. She hung up the moment I said, “Hello?”
I’m actually really tempted to call right now.
I JUST CALLED THE CENTER ONE AND A LITTLE GIRL PICKED UP AND I SAID “ARE YOU HAVING FUN?”SHE WAS LIKE WHO IS THIS AND I LAUGHED AND HUNG UPx
WHAT COOL why does this not have more notes
I AM SO DOING THIS LATER oh my goodness. :D
i am totally doing this someday.
THIS KID JUST TOLD ME THE BEST JOKE
I JSUT CALLED THE UK ONE AND THIS GUY PICKED UP AND HIS NAME WAS RAFAELLE AND HE WAS FROM BRAZIL AND I TOLD HIM I WAS IN MASSACHUSETTS IN THE STATES AND HE SAID HE HAD TO GO AND I SAID “OK HAVE FUN AND A SAFE TRIP BACK HOME” AND HE SAID “OK KISSES LOVE YOU”.
Filed under: things to do when parents aren’t home to hear you talking to strangers in Disney.
Ummm… so let me get this straight. I can call these phone booths right now and mess with people having fun at Epcot? No way!!! :)
Wishing us all a little more childhood, miracle and magic in 2013. HNY!