A Tale for Tomorrow

Presently it is Fran ‟s turn to tell us: “My childhood took place in the midst of a large family of hard -working people, each one going to their task without fail or questions; but all of them shared a sense of honor and of priorities and knew to care for one another; yet as I watched all this activity, there was in me a sort of deep reticence: they would say, „life is like that, one does the best one can, helping each other, what more can one ask for, this is our common lot…‟, and there lacked sense , there was the need of meaning to this existence, the urge not to be trapped and sucked into this closed circuit and this ignorance… ; several distant parents were craftspeople, artisans and, in their company I could find a rhythm, a link to the infinite: concentration in the exact movement, care for perfection, precision and harmony, not for the immediate gain or profit, but for the sense of a good, honest labor, of a work faithful to what is greater than us and contains us all; near the stone-cutter, the weaver, the potter or the carpenter I could find this oriented silence I had been missing; but I had no particular talent and life was pulling me elsewhere and I felt that this very sense, I could find it within, inside my physical being, deep, this link and this presence; there has not been for me any particular decisive moment or revelation, it has been more like I was little by little finding back my source and my element and my way, without thoughts or sentiments but with gratitude and, ever since, this is where I lay all my days and all my instants…”

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