Re: Greyfriar's Bobby: A Small Scottish Saint
- Dear Michael
Mulling has not brought me sufficient words with which to respond, but
I bring you thanks at least, lest my dallying mumbles discourtesy on
To me personally this is one of the most powerfully inspiring messages
of many powerfully inspiring messages you have offered here in recent
weeks (or even years). Odd then that such a literary inspiration has
rendered me almost wordless. I am sure my dumb state will be
temporary, or your kindness will be wasted :-)
I had not seen the poem you cite from Sri Chinmoy. Unique! Arresting!
I have always noted how Sri Chinmoy suited any colour. He also had so
many aspects: in turn fatherly, grandfatherly, even motherly, friendly
or as a tiny child. Just so in writing he may wear so many voices,
each as enchanting and natural as the next.
--- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, assistantmummer
> Dear Sumangali,
> Your writing is like the sun. It shines so consistently that at times
> we may take it for granted. But it does our hearts good, and we would
> sadly miss the loss of its rays. Who can keep up with your brilliance?
> And whose day is not brightened to see you on your appointed rounds,
> traveling around the countryside, noticing for us details that we
> would miss, and describing them more clearly than our own eyes could
> see them?
> In his play, The Sacred Fire, Sri Chinmoy assembles a cast of
> luminaries from American history. The Soul of America then asks each
> of them to reprise one immortal contribution. For Emily Dickinson,
> Guru chooses this poem:
> "If I can stop one heart from breaking,
> I shall not live in vain;
> If I can ease one life the aching,
> Or cool one pain,
> Or help one fainting robin
> Unto his nest again,
> I shall not live in vain."
> One can almost imagine that he first read it in his ashram days, and
> that it informed his own ideal of Compassion.
> Elsewhere, he describes some of Dickinson's poems as expressing "the
> mature wisdom of a Christian saint."
> These days, our own little community knows some lonely houses, but it
> also has its share of saints - those who by their very words and
> presence help many fainting robins.
> P.S. Given how often Sri Chinmoy wrote about Emily Dickinson, we may
> well ask if any of his poems reflect her influence. When I first read
> the following, and got to the last word of the last line, something
> said "Dickinson!":
> "I shall not stop.
> I must gallop.
> I am God-duty's
> In tune with God's
> cosmic muse,
> Rhythmic dance,
> My heart shall hop."
- Thank you so much, Arpan. It is truly an honour for me to share my
experiences here. Thank you for offering so much to this group in
recent weeks. I am sure many, many people must benefit from the energy
you bring. Oneness and strength are so precious, especially in the new
and challenging circumstances since Guru's passing.
--- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, arpan_deangelo
>my favorite city there and in the rest of Europe as well, although I
> I have been to Scotland only once, about ten years ago. Edinburgh is
have only been to Europe about four times. I always wanted to go back
to Edinburgh but missed a few opportunities to do so.
>and enjoyable way. Your ability to capture the essence of the
> Your wonderful story took me back to Edinburgh in a very convincing
environment and consciousness around you is remarkable. In the spirit
and style of a true story-teller, you transport the reader through
layered dimensions to be enchanted by the mystique and beauty of this
world, from the mundane to the metaphysical.
> Thank you again for taking the time to write in this way andcontribute to this forum to inspire us all.
- Sumangali wrote:
> Odd then that such a literary inspiration hasNo, that was my secret plan: to give such high praise that it would
> rendered me almost wordless. I am sure my dumb state
> will be temporary, or your kindness will be wasted :-)
render you dumb. Now I can take over the world! Mya-ha-ha! But
Sometimes I wonder if you really believe it when we tell you how much
we enjoy your writings - how much we are helped by them. If you are
now wordless, I hope it's because this time I've managed to persuade
you of the truth of it. I am not flattering your human person, only
giving honest thanks to your soul.
You have written many touching tales from your childhood. Probably,
when you lived at home and showed up at the dinner table, no one made
a big fuss, applauded loudly, or praised you to the skies. (Maybe they
only adjusted their mechanical pencils.) But you felt loved, and your
very presence stirred something in their hearts.
Here in our little circle, we long ago ran out of adjectives to praise
your writings. But we don't really take them for granted, either. We
just feel you are a beloved family member. When you sit down at our
dinner table and serve up a literary repast, we feel complete. We take
our communion supper together. We silently acknowledge your
contribution with joy in our hearts. It is a joy that runs deeper than
Over the years, your poems and stories have become like streams
running through our countryside. We cannot praise them because we
cannot separate ourselves from them. We can only walk beside them,
wade knee-deep in them, and say, "Yes, that is us!"
Writing is something that comes very naturally to you. But sharing it,
I guess, comes harder. I, for one, am very conscious that you do not
have to share your writings. You could easily store them in an attic,
or share them only with the silent Inner Reader. But you deserve our
special thanks for having the courage to publish them. In message
#21353, you wrote:
> Mind you, ask me to speak alone publicly, or singIt's impossible for me to think of such an heroic soul as in any way
> into an audience however forgiving and you will
> see the trembling mouse in me.
mouselike. But if you insist on foisting that imagery upon us, then I
can only liken you to "The Mouse That Roared"! (And may I add: "Pass
the Duchy on the Fenwick side...") But note this passage from a book
review by Alison Lurie:
"Behind many of the greatest and most joyful children's fantasies move
the shadows of real and often unhappy events in their authors' lives.
Many of Beatrix Potter's animals escape from claustrophobic domestic
environments like that of her own respectably repressive Victorian
parents. J. M. Barrie's Peter Pan, like Barrie himself, never attains
maturity, and must borrow or steal other people's children for his
playmates. And E. B. White, who both as child and adult was described
as resembling a mouse, made the hero of 'Stuart Little' a mouse born
into a human family."
> I have always noted how Sri Chinmoy suited anySo very true! I have been letting loose dribs and drabs from my song
> colour. He also had so many aspects: in turn
> fatherly, grandfatherly, even motherly, friendly or
> as a tiny child.
honouring his Mahasamadhi. Sooner or later I will post the whole
thing. But per your comments, here is more:
Apropos of nothing in particular, I will close with this couplet:
Hope floats; cream rises
Faster than despair surmises.
For those who struggle with English: It means that when we despair, we
think the rose in us will never bloom. But when we hope, we float
above life's miseries; and the cream - the best in us - rises to the
surface faster than we could have thought possible when we were in
--- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, sumangali_m
> Dear Michael
> Mulling has not brought me sufficient words with which to respond, but
> I bring you thanks at least, lest my dallying mumbles discourtesy on
> my behalf.
> To me personally this is one of the most powerfully inspiring messages
> of many powerfully inspiring messages you have offered here in recent
> weeks (or even years). Odd then that such a literary inspiration has
> rendered me almost wordless. I am sure my dumb state will be
> temporary, or your kindness will be wasted :-)
> I had not seen the poem you cite from Sri Chinmoy. Unique! Arresting!
> I have always noted how Sri Chinmoy suited any colour. He also had so
> many aspects: in turn fatherly, grandfatherly, even motherly, friendly
> or as a tiny child. Just so in writing he may wear so many voices,
> each as enchanting and natural as the next.
- Dear Michael
Thank you for your most kind and very insightful message. There are so
many things I could respond to. For want of a place to start, and by
way of a brief reply for now, I have written a short humorous play
based on Sri Chinmoy's story, The Seeker-Writer. I hope you will see
it in an adjoining post soon.
With best wishes, and heartfelt gratitude