Category: HIP SPIRIT, May 3, 2016
With a steaming mug of hot herbs, in my quiet enclave it is wisdom I seek.
Love can never be lost in translation.
Of course y’all know this!
My quiet enclave has become un-quiet with the sounds of our newest family member.
The heart looks past the rough exterior, the bloody outer form, with red splotches of pimply rashes, various swollen body parts and a light gold yellow skin. I find myself again expressing familiar words of welcome, this time, to Aiden Kian, “I know you, in my heart; you are love.”
His great-aunt Sip, tells me in Dutch I say “Ik ken je, in mijn hart; je bent liefde.”
When I was young, my two sisters, knowing full well my Pig Latin was very slow, spoke it as fast as they could, therefore I was not able to translate but a word here and there…”artfay”. Even in a child’s language game, the sentiment is sweet, “Iyay owknay youyay, inyay ymay earthay; youyay areyay ovelay. (That may be too many “y’s”)
I ask my son-in-law to translate into Farsi for me, and in beautiful Persian writing he wrote something very close, but not exact, saying it was lost in translation.
Spoken or written word translations don’t always translate exact, however “love”, the language of the heart translates perfectly every time, because, we all be a Clan of Hearts, E Pluribus Unum amen.
Pardon me while I take my latest, perfect love for a spin around the room, his very first dance, with Nana and Mozart.
This has been a deb’s witty ditty on deb’s ditty blog.
