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Creating Vital Agreements of The Heart
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Orland Bishop
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ShadeTree Multicultural Foundation
Creating Vital Agreements of The Heart
Indaba
ShadeTree draws on the ancient practice of Indaba, a Zulu tradition of “deep talk” or "I have something important to share", through which conversation returns to its old meaning of soulful communication where essential but hidden aspects of the individual and community are revealed.
Keynote Address by Orland Bishop – Connectivity 2006, Sau
Paulo.
Bon jour.
I am so grateful to follow Ashu’s wisdom. The youth that allows the certain
promise to be visible in the world, I would like to thank you for the
opportunity to come and join you at this conference. In reflection of what I
should share today, I thought of a poem from an African - American poet.
About a river. In his contemplation about the human life he thought of the
soul being like a river. A river has a very simple beginning. It builds in
momentum, strength, in vitality and moves through time; through terrains of
different kinds to a large out-pouring we call the sea, the ocean. Life is
like that. Life begins with the certain possibility, then we discover
purpose and intention which gathers momentum, and strength and experience
and the constant outpouring into a larger collective of reality we may call
community or the world. Each of us is born into a remarkable story that can
become true if we believe it. Our story can become true, if we love it. Our
story will become true, if we serve it.
The poem goes like this:
I’ve known rivers:
I’ve known rivers ancient as the world
and older than the flow of human
blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns where young
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I gazed upon the Nile and raised the Pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went down to New
Orleans,
And I’ve seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.
I’ve known rivers.
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.