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cedar_groveFunny how being put out of a room gives you much time for thought about the things that have surrounded events in your life for as long as you can remember.
As a boy I was fostered with a King in North Wales - tradition to do so - and one which enriched my life in some ways, and took from me in others. I grew up not really knowing my parents and loving another man and woman as mother and father. And yet it was what my birth parents were used to, expected even. They tell me it was right and fitting.
As a young man I entered orders that would teach me more about tradition and more to the point sacred tradition than most men of any age would care to know. I feel it enriched my development and gave me a diferent perspective than many of the other warriors with whom I would spend the better part of the rest of my years away from the isle.
But then bound by those traditions I had to stand by and watch as the woman I love was reviled and denegrated; injured in both spirit and body; brought to the brink of death even, as she herself followed the traditions to which she was bound. All right so I am returned now to the love and /some/ things have changed, but in my mind sometimes, more often than not, not enough.
And yet I look at my elven friends, who live their traditions and are not bound by them, (*chuckles* No, it is by /duty/ they are bound). Their relationship with tradition is a joyous one that enriches their experiences in their eternal lives...
...and so I am left to question, is it in the way we view and relate to tradition that the differences become aparent, and when does tradition become something that binds us in stagnation, and when something that enriches our lives?
*=Gwalchmai.
As a boy I was fostered with a King in North Wales - tradition to do so - and one which enriched my life in some ways, and took from me in others. I grew up not really knowing my parents and loving another man and woman as mother and father. And yet it was what my birth parents were used to, expected even. They tell me it was right and fitting.
As a young man I entered orders that would teach me more about tradition and more to the point sacred tradition than most men of any age would care to know. I feel it enriched my development and gave me a diferent perspective than many of the other warriors with whom I would spend the better part of the rest of my years away from the isle.
But then bound by those traditions I had to stand by and watch as the woman I love was reviled and denegrated; injured in both spirit and body; brought to the brink of death even, as she herself followed the traditions to which she was bound. All right so I am returned now to the love and /some/ things have changed, but in my mind sometimes, more often than not, not enough.
And yet I look at my elven friends, who live their traditions and are not bound by them, (*chuckles* No, it is by /duty/ they are bound). Their relationship with tradition is a joyous one that enriches their experiences in their eternal lives...
...and so I am left to question, is it in the way we view and relate to tradition that the differences become aparent, and when does tradition become something that binds us in stagnation, and when something that enriches our lives?
*=Gwalchmai.
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Date: 2002-11-06 06:25 am (UTC)Take heart that the traditions to which we are bound have come to change over the times. Take heart that those who hand those traditions down have themselves changed, and take heart that those who still teach those traiditons are teaching that they are only tradition and not law. And that those who will follow in thier foorsteps are already changing the traditions.
-Mori