Knowing Goethe’s thought, his
juxtaposition of two apparently contradictory upbringing requirements
can neither have meant “roots” in the sense of ‘motionless’,
nor “wings” in the sense of ‘restless’:
he must have meant that we can’t find roots unless we’re able to
go look for them, and that we can’t fly unless we also can perch.
Roots expand towards where their nutrition comes from, and flying
creatures thrive in the homes that they choose to build for
themselves. Likewise, we learn to seek what makes us grow and thrive,
and flee what doesn’t.
I was reminded of Goethe’s quote
years ago, when I read a fascinating book, Elders: Wisdom from Australia’s Indigenous Leaders.
In it, Peter McConchie reports one elder as saying: “We always knew
the people were okay because they would come home” which, to me,
describes the feature which makes a cultural community acknowledge
someone as their own: these people knew that they had a home to
return to, which means that they had been taught to leave it. And the
elder adds: “They knew to get home, it’s instilled in them, in
their spirit and in our stories.” I particularly liked this
formulation: their individual, winged spirit, was nurtured by
our stories, the roots of our culture.
We all start sprouting root feelers as
soon as we realise that “home” is just, well, wherever you feel at home.
We find our individual bearings in a multitude of
environments, whose distinctive cultural, linguistic and personal
habits we can only appreciate once we learn to let go of them, so we
also learn how to go back to them, if we so wish. There’s nothing
like distance, physical or intellectual, to teach us how to take flight and stay rooted
which, to me, is what learning about ourselves is all about.
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Gianpiero Petriglieri gives a real-life
account of what Moving Around Without Losing Your Roots
may involve (obrigada pela dica, Karin!). If you read German, Wurzeln und Flügel discusses
the topic of this post with the added bonus of two other of my
favourite Roots-and-Wings books, Selma Lagerlöf’s Nils Holgerssons
Underbara Resa genom Sverige and Richard Bach’s Jonathan Livingston
Seagull. I would definitely include in this list Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s Le
Petit Prince, with which I grew up when I was learning to take
flight.
I wonder whether I’ve just given you
a couple of ideas to go and visit, or revisit, these books. I’ll
certainly do the latter. Reminiscing about them also reminded me that
this is the perfect time of year to find a cosy place from where to
fly away by means of cosy reading. I’ll be back next year.
Meanwhile, I hope you’ll be able to take time to savour your
own roots and wings, too.
© MCF 2012