“…now he saw the familiar wide river beside the path differently. He saw all of the light and color and history it contained and carried in its slow-moving water; and he knew that there was an Elsewhere from which it came, and an Elsewhere to which it was going.” (page 131, chapter 17)
This is the quote Lois Lowry uses to describe her novel The Giver in her Newbery Award acceptance speech. This quote in many ways captures the essence of Jonas’ growth throughout the novel and it also falls right in line with our new blogging challenge.
Jonas learns that we all have come from somewhere, from unique people with individual circumstances and relationships that shaped them and therefore shape us as well. And we all likewise, shape and influence those around us. We are like that river flowing through the community with a vast array of influences that spill into us, and different terrain we traverse: A river that flows on being affected and affecting.
What I want you to do for your first blog challenge is think about the different factors that have fed into your life:
What are the memories and experiences of the people in your life that shaped them and therefore shape you?
What are the experiences you are making today? The colors, wisdom, emotion, music, people, etc…
And finally what are you going to take with you as your river of life flows forward. You don’t know for sure what your future holds, but what will you hold on to from now and before now as you go forward?
Below you’ll read mine- it’s too long, but I love writing along side you!
The theme of a literary work is often communicated through lessons that the protagonist learns. In The Giver, Jonas learns that life is not “just us, just now (pg. 78).” He realizes that life is a compilation of all the colors and experiences not only of his own life, but of all those that have come before him, and it flows over to those who surround and follow him. The Giver teaches that all of our lives are like a rivers, continuing from what came before and going on to influence those who will follow. My life is like a river too. I am from the shapes and colors of all who came before me and I will continue on flowing far beyond, into the lives of all who follow.
I am from MacDermids, Taymouth Castle and Kilin, families strong, devoted, honest. I am a Thomas from Wales, a great-grandpa with a yellow house near a park who wanted to curl my little girl hair. I am from the Jennings and the Dennys, pioneers, stoic, proper, hand sewn, jelly beans in a crystal bowl. I am from the prayers of my mother, from the prayers of her mother who dedicated her daughter to God before she was born. I am from Calvin Presbyterian, scarlet purple, stained glass, grandpa in the choir, potluck dinners in the fellowship hall with friends and family entertwined. I am from parents brave: venturing with little kids to the Amazon, then leaving kids behind for Kenya, walking steadily. I am from my Grandma Kay’s kisses of greeting, junk drawer of surprises, and tree swing in the back, and my Grandma Thomas’s window-lined kitchen, beautiful gardens, and walks down the hill to the beach.
I am from evergreen trees, gray skies and drizzle, and snowy peaks emerging behind clouds, from cul-de-sacs flying on a red bike, dashing with friends through the old lot. I am from mills and log loaded trucks, majestic mountains, mighty ocean and salty, hard working families. I am from flannel shirts, sheep-skin lined jeans jackets, chewing tobacco, rock and roll from live bands at pep dances. I am from getting up to change the channel, VCRs as new inventions, from Little House on the Prarie, Anne of Green Gables, and NBC’s Wild World of Sports. I am from walks and tennis and A&W rootbeer, Mozart in the gym with my dad, the security of my mom as my biggest fan, the glue, unyielding in her love and perseverance. I am from a set dinner table and people stopping by, pulling up a chair to join us- cloth napkins and napkin rings. I am from looking things up in the dictionary and reading the Bible together after dinner, from being tucked in each night, and unconditional love frequently expressed.
I am of classrooms filled with bright young eyes, hearts filled with thoughts and questions, ideas struggling to find words, and words on pages that speak and teach and move hearts with beauty and truth and tragedy. I am of a husband’s love and faith and faithfulness, and the unimaginable joy of baby boys who are mine and yet God’s and who grow and spark and change too fast, my heart running around outside my body. Stories at bedtime, a messy house, eyes brown, blue, green that look at me with love, to me for love, for help, for truth, for worth.
I am from God’s faithfulness lived out by generations, and I pass on this legacy, full of grace and truth. I am from grandparents and parents who loved and let go and kept loving and I am learning to love whole-heart-filled but slowly let go. I’m passing on high expectations buffered by grace. I will continue to look and speak gently finding there is much in every heart. I will pass on the hard work and putting others first, the love of learning and asking questions that I have been given. I am passing on sunrises together in the car and road trips through the night, good enough just to be together. I will be further gracious, further thankful, recognizing showers of beauty in the moments of the days. I will remember that I am a river flowing, growing, changing myself and all those that come by, come through, come after. I will remember with delight and cherish what has come before, what is now, and with joy flow onward in faith.
Inspired by:
http://storiesconnectloveheals.com/2012/02/18/the-ancient-warrior-the-hula-hoop-and-yeats/
http://spiritualmemoirs101.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-are-you-from.html
http://studentchallenge.edublogs.org/2012/03/04/week-1-all-about-me/
Lois Lowry’s Newbery Award Acceptance Speech