My friend Deb Lund, a well-known children’s author, is traveling on school visits throughout Japan these  weeks, and her companion is her 6th grade son, Kaj.  They are both keeping blogs of the journey–shared experiences through two generational eyes. It is beautiful to read these parallel and unique trains of thought and I invite you to check them out. Kaj is a voracious reader and has started his own blog to gather and share ideas for good books for the 12-year-old set. His blog is:http://portalreads.edublogs.org/ and his mother’s blog is: www.deblund.com/blog/.  I can tell Kaj is having a great time–his blog is not being kept up to date! Imagine that, a boy living in the present moment of his big adventure! However, he did tackle a huge piece of observation and reflection–their visit to the Peace Museum in Hiroshima.

Both mother and son are profoundly impacted. Each writes of it from their own ways of carrying story.

As a person who grew up very close to World War II, who was conceived near the day the US dropped the Atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki and sent 100,000+ people to their deaths in a few moments, I have carried this story in my life narrative. And sometimes I feel I carry it in my psychic DNA somehow–as my soul was called in at the moment when so many others were called out. That’s an exploration for another time… what strikes me now is the picture of Kaj staring at the  rusted, twisted tricycle of a little Japanese boy who was killed by the bomb.

These are important lessons in the middle track of childhood. I remember the somber lessons from my own childhood. I was haunted by the big red book of LIFE’s History of World War II, and far more than I think my parents knew I would pour over pictures of this history that was still shaking us throughout the 1950s. My parents sponsored refugees from Germany and Poland and the tiny house of our Indiana childhood would swell with strangers whose stories we could barely know through the barriers of language and culture.

When the movie “Shindler’s List” came out, one of the responses I had was gratitude to have been shown the fullness of that horror in one sweeping story. I sat frozen in my theater chair, barely able to blink. But I was middle-aged and had studied this era. I had thought about these atrocities and come up with ways to accommodate my prenatal darkness in the peaceful privileges of my life. The teenage daughter of a friend, who was at the time much more removed and ignorant of WWII’s horrific details, was taken to the movie by her German language teacher. She came home, went to her bedroom and wept and wept. I remember her mother called me quite worried and asked, “What shall I do?”

I said, “I think she’s all right. Her heart breaking at the cruelty of the world. She needs that stamina and empathy. She needs to know she can hold this story and hold her own…”

That is also my prayer for Kaj–that he can know the story of Hiroshima and hold his own path. As a boy who just finished Lord of the Rings, he is already a student of good and evil. As a child heading into the 21st century, he is already living in the turning point. He needs to know–and to find ways to think about it–and then to go out for sushi and explore temples and let the light and the darkness make their rivers in him.

That is also my prayer for myself and all of us in this Storycatcher network–that we let the light and the darkness make rivers within us and learn to swim them both.

It seems to be an incredibly intense time at the moment. Is this temporary or permanent? We don’t know. I  made two teaching/speaking trips to California in less than a week and participated in a conference here–moving around several thousand people at a time who are infused with excitation, exhaustion, anticipation, resignation– all the big words seem to be in play. People are having life crises, health crises, work crises (not to mention Mexico shutting down for 2 weeks and serving up a big reminder of not being in charge of much of anything anymore)…

It is three weeks until Ann’s and my new book on circle is due at the publisher’s–and it is being a struggle for me to be as regular as I usually like with this blog. If you don’t hear from me for awhile it means I’m editing chapters and weeding the garden without a moment to spare for extra writing. I’ll be back in June.

I’ll miss you–please take care, keep writing, and know we’ll be back in the story circle soon.

Blessings,

Christina