I think beauty, especially in the midst of pain. Beauty can be like an act of resistance in a hard world, our reminder of the Garden and our hope for our return back.
I took a class titled “Wilderness as a Metaphor” in college, and our professor referred to these phenomenon as “sympathetic chords.” When what’s stirring my heart begins to stir someone else’s heart. For me, this usually happens when I break rituals of unintentionally. Like asking 3+ questions in a row instead of a lazy “oh cool” during conversation.
yes—the sympathetic strings as metaphor is so apt. interesting that sympathetic strings aren't very common in much western music... more food for thought.
and yes—how wonderful if we were all better at asking good questions!
I think beauty, especially in the midst of pain. Beauty can be like an act of resistance in a hard world, our reminder of the Garden and our hope for our return back.
yes, agreed.
I took a class titled “Wilderness as a Metaphor” in college, and our professor referred to these phenomenon as “sympathetic chords.” When what’s stirring my heart begins to stir someone else’s heart. For me, this usually happens when I break rituals of unintentionally. Like asking 3+ questions in a row instead of a lazy “oh cool” during conversation.
We fish are quite habitual. Lol
yes—the sympathetic strings as metaphor is so apt. interesting that sympathetic strings aren't very common in much western music... more food for thought.
and yes—how wonderful if we were all better at asking good questions!