Salvation from Soul
气话，it doesn’t mean he’s stupid,the maid,surrounded by books,piano,guitar,music,summer,富足丰富的生活，I was even becoming them both,beauty,睿智父亲，your body and your soul was only given once,their soul are worn out before people realize it,allow yourself to feel
“One small fact, your are gong to die, Despite any effort, no one live
Socrates thought the soul always separate from our body, so death is what we belonged to eventually. When the time came, don’t panic. However, “The Book Thief” was a story about a soul that made me wonder. The whole story was started from the perspective of Azrael. He told a story of a girl named Liesel in the World War II. Her mom, her brother was dead. She was adopted by a poor Germany family, with a simple hearted man Hans who liked to play accordion and a roughest woman. She met a boy called Rudy, the mayoress, a Jew Max and lots of people lived in their little town.
She lacked of education, even could’t write her name at the beginning. She was unfortunate, but she was lucky at the same time, cause she met a man that taught her reading who is called “papa”by her, and a Jew Max who gave her a blank book to encouraged her to write. From that on, she was obsessed with book.
The war was crucial, Hitler could’t tolerate the exist of Jew. He fired all the books that led people’s thoughts and killed all the Jews that he can. Liesel’s family hided a Jew Max who was an old friend of Hans. Max lived in the basement all the time, he wanted to see the stars and the sun, but he could’t. He listened Liesel to describe the weather everyday after school , and looked forward the nature. At Christmas, Liesel took buckets of snow to Max in basement, the family, including Hans and his wife, they throw snowballs, and singed the Silent Night with the sound of accordion. The dark basement was full of laugher. For them, especially Liesel and Max, that was the fortune.
Every soul must own their fortune, like Rudy. His dream was to be a soccer player and to kiss Liesel. Whenever you see him, he always carries a soccer. As well as Hans, he was only fond of his frazzle accordion. Of course, our little book thief Liesel, her fortune was books, anding writing. Words made her brave and optimistic: when Max was ill, she read books to him such loudly to rouse him, she met a friend, because they had the similar fortune. In addition, when the people of the little town was hiding in the dark and cold shelter, she began to tell stories to soothe everyone. The old woman said “keep, keep speaking child, we won’t be afraid.” Indeed, she saved all the people form the horrific war through stories.
From here, I reminded myself. I must admit that my life was full of idealism. I focus on my soul, because I believed that the soul could save me. To keep the heart clean, to enrich the soul, that was the way to heaven.
Everyone was dead form the war finally, except Liesel. The time was frozen at when Rudy closed his eyes and Liesel bended over to kiss him.
As the Death said, “I have seen many great things, I’ve attended all the world’s worst disasters.”
Whenever the end of heart’s-blood, soul would save us, and be forever.
Like many of us, I've had several careers in my life, and although they've been varied, my first job set the foundation for all of them. I was a home-birth midwife throughout my 20s. Delivering babies taught me valuable and sometimes surprising things, like how to start a car at 2am. when it's 10 degrees below zero.
Or how to revive a father who's fainted at the sight of blood.
Or how to cut the umbilical cord just so, to make a beautiful belly button.
But those aren't the things that stuck with me or guided me when I stopped being a midwife and started other jobs. What stuck with me was this bedrock belief that each one of us comes into this world with a unique worth. When I looked into the face of a newborn, I caught a glimpse of that worthiness, that sense of unapologetic selfhood, that unique spark. I use the word "soul" to describe that spark, because it's the only word in English that comes close to naming what each baby brought into the room.
Every newborn was as singular as a snowflake, a matchless mash-up of biology and ancestry and mystery. And then that baby grows up, and in order to fit into the family, to conform to the culture, to the community, to the gender, that little one begins to cover its soul, layer by layer. We're born this way, but --
But as we grow, a lot of things happen to us that make us ... want to hide our soulful eccentricities and authenticity. We've all done this. Everyone in this room is a former baby --
with a distinctive birthright. But as adults, we spend so much of our time uncomfortable in our own skin, like we have ADD: authenticity deficit disorder. But not those babies -- not yet. Their message to me was: uncover your soul and look for that soul-spark in everyone else. It's still there.
And here's what I learned from laboring women. Their message was about staying open, even when things are painful. A woman's cervix normally looks like this. It's a tight little muscle at the base of the uterus. And during labor, it has to stretch from this to this. Ouch! If you fight against that pain, you just create more pain, and you block what wants to be born.
I'll never forget the magic that would happen when a woman stopped resisting the pain and opened. It was as if the forces of the universe took notice and sent in a wave of help. I never forgot that message, and now, when difficult or painful things happen to me in my life or my work, of course at first I resist them, but then I remember what I learned from the mothers: stay open. Stay curious. Ask the pain what it's come to deliver. Something new wants to be born.
And there was one more big soulful lesson, and that one I learned from Albert Einstein. He wasn't at any of the births, but --