Friday, November 7, 2008

A Beautiful Song of Friendship

I would like to share here a beautiful song shared by David Epston in an article he wrote on Narrative, "David Epston Remembers Michael White."

To me, this song speaks, not only of the beauty of friendship, but the beauty of a relationship that respects, that holds sacred, and validates each other, that celebrates each one's uniqueness, and which is healing and growth-enhancing because it values the self of the other.

Of the song, David Epston writes:
"I wanted to end this with a song. This song was written and sung by Margarita Boom from Mexico. She did so at my request when narrative therapy was invited by the Cuban Psychiatric Association and Cuban Social Work Association to introduce narrative therapy to Cuba.... Margarita's song speaks to how we hoped to meet them and embodies for me the 'spirit' of narrative therapy- that 'loving eye' I referred to by which Michael looked to those he met through the course of his work and his life."

Brother of the Sun and of Time

Let me hold your story
and fill my hands
with new sensations
that I've never seen before
which have never existed
which I couldn't have understood
without your song
They bear your name
and trace out a road.

Let me take with me
a piece of our
time together
and savour the warmth
a friend leaves behind.

Brother of the sun and of time
who cares what colour the wind is?
We are joined by the taste of a

Of being hand in hand
a small piece,
a bit of a world
where you are allowed
to walk at your own pace
to feel what you feel
and, although different,
to sing your own song

Let me
take your conscience
and leave taking with me
the certainty
that although we are different
we're alike

That the heart beats
to the same beat
but your form
creates a new rhythm
Let me learn your music
and enrich my world
with the look of your eyes
and to find in your soul
a new home.

Brother of the sun and of time
who cares what colour the wind is?
We are joined by the taste of a

(photo by Sir Mervs at flickr)

1 comment:

  1. I wasn't aware that Michael White had passed away. I attended a workshop of his in a psychotherapy conference where he showed videos of a couple of his sessions. I could hardly understand his "'strine" accent, so I focused on the nonverbals, his and his clients. Language is the currency of narrative therapy, so I may have missed a lot. But this "limitation" also allowed me to observe the other ways he communicated his gift of healing--with gentle voice and caring presence. That's a very loving eulogy by D.E. and a beautiful song.