Beloved by Toni Morrison

HUMAN BEINGS CAN CHANGE THINGS AND EVEN THEMSELVES

We need to find out why people living in this 'lucky country' are so clinically depressed.
We need to find out why people living in this 'lucky country' are so clinically depressed.
Is it pressure, lack of family or community support, loneliness or some other social ill?
Is it pressure, lack of family or community support, loneliness or some other social ill?
The only way to find out is to talk and listen to each other - with love and acceptance. Many young people I listened to complained about indifference, apathy and lack of drive to bring change into their lives.
The only way to find out is to talk and listen to each other - with love and acceptance. Many young people I listened to complained about indifference, apathy and lack of drive to bring change into their lives.
During the last few weeks of the Japanese disaster, like most of us, I watched unfolding events with horror and many tears.
During the last few weeks of the Japanese disaster, like most of us, I watched unfolding events with horror and many tears.
But then it was time to go shopping and feeling safe in my little town, I stopped worrying about dying children. Suddenly the only thing consuming me was picking up the groceries.
But then it was time to go shopping and feeling safe in my little town, I stopped worrying about dying children. Suddenly the only thing consuming me was picking up the groceries.
It's been same for many of us these past weeks, living in a strange zone between two realities: fearful, sad, overcome with empathy on one hand;
It's been same for many of us these past weeks, living in a strange zone between two realities: fearful, sad, overcome with empathy on one hand;
distracted by petty concerns on the other. How can we live in this dual consciousness?
distracted by petty concerns on the other. How can we live in this dual consciousness?
According to neuroscientists, the ability to switch off is a normal survival mechanism.
According to neuroscientists, the ability to switch off is a normal survival mechanism.
Our brain helps us stay alive by warning us of dangerous situations that put our life at risk, but our 'fight or flight' reaction can not be sustained...
Our brain helps us stay alive by warning us of dangerous situations that put our life at risk, but our 'fight or flight' reaction can not be sustained...
the prefrontal cortex steps in to calm us down, leading us away from distress and towards practical behaviour.
the prefrontal cortex steps in to calm us down, leading us away from distress and towards practical behaviour.
Many sufferers of depression spend weeks in a state of hypersensitivity, the pain of every suffering creature echoing in their heads. Switching off is important.
Many sufferers of depression spend weeks in a state of hypersensitivity, the pain of every suffering creature echoing in their heads. Switching off is important.
And yet, the shutting down of emotion and empathy can lead to brutality which we experienced so many times in past.
And yet, the shutting down of emotion and empathy can lead to brutality which we experienced so many times in past.
Watching visions of nuclear reactors exploding the earth cracking open and mothers weeping engenders in us massive fear, but not more than any horror movie as we know we are home and safe.
Watching visions of nuclear reactors exploding the earth cracking open and mothers weeping engenders in us massive fear, but not more than any horror movie as we know we are home and safe.
Hearing about refugees drowning unable to reach our shores or worse dying while waiting to be accepted in our overcrowded detention centres bring us grief, but we don't know them so better to have fences in place.
Hearing about refugees drowning unable to reach our shores or worse dying while waiting to be accepted in our overcrowded detention centres bring us grief, but we don't know them so better to have fences in place.
We have been born in or manage to live in the 'lucky country', where sun shines almost every day on the endless almost empty land, but we don't want any refugees here.
We have been born in or manage to live in the 'lucky country', where sun shines almost every day on the endless almost empty land, but we don't want any refugees here.
We don't care what happen to them. And yet we should.  Switching off is important, but not to the point of callous indifference that leads to depression and endless human suffering as well.
We don't care what happen to them. And yet we should. Switching off is important, but not to the point of callous indifference that leads to depression and endless human suffering as well.
"To awake quite alone in a strange land is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world," said one of the Australians visiting Sri Lanka: "I could choose to travel anywhere but I quite like it here."
"To awake quite alone in a strange land is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world," said one of the Australians visiting Sri Lanka: "I could choose to travel anywhere but I quite like it here."
" We never reached the Australian shores, my sister drowned and the war ship took us back home," one of the Sri Lankan refugees said: "It was the most terrifying experience of my life, but I will try again, I have no choice."
" We never reached the Australian shores, my sister drowned and the war ship took us back home," one of the Sri Lankan refugees said: "It was the most terrifying experience of my life, but I will try again, I have no choice."
Two human beings visiting the places of their birth, one lucky enough to be born in a place of plenty and free and the other one remembers nothing but the war and the prosecution. He tried again and hanged himself in our detention centre.
Two human beings visiting the places of their birth, one lucky enough to be born in a place of plenty and free and the other one remembers nothing but the war and the prosecution. He tried again and hanged himself in our detention centre.
I took the picture of the place where he tried to land and also of the overcrowded fenced grey building where he spent many years of his life dreaming of better future.
I took the picture of the place where he tried to land and also of the overcrowded fenced grey building where he spent many years of his life dreaming of better future.
The most important legacy we leave to our fellow human beings and the planet is not the books we write, the machines we invent, nor the wars we win. Instead, it's the land we leave behind and....
The most important legacy we leave to our fellow human beings and the planet is not the books we write, the machines we invent, nor the wars we win. Instead, it's the land we leave behind and....
the quality of our relationships and the love expressed within them, that not include only our friends and family...
the quality of our relationships and the love expressed within them, that not include only our friends and family...
Above all, our purpose in life is to give and receive love...to reach to other fellow human beings and make their lives as happy as ours are...pass on our knowledge, experience and skills...
Above all, our purpose in life is to give and receive love...to reach to other fellow human beings and make their lives as happy as ours are...pass on our knowledge, experience and skills...
Worry is one of the most destructive emotions, it is the assumption that something 'bad' could happen to you.
Worry is one of the most destructive emotions, it is the assumption that something 'bad' could happen to you.
You treat everything in your life, every person, every encounter, everything that happens to you, everything that you can see or feel or sense in any way as a potential threat to the way you live your life...
You treat everything in your life, every person, every encounter, everything that happens to you, everything that you can see or feel or sense in any way as a potential threat to the way you live your life...
You find hatred and anger and pain and despair and illness and all of the other negatives of the world behind every corner.
You find hatred and anger and pain and despair and illness and all of the other negatives of the world behind every corner.
In your effort to protect your way of life you build the barriers around you and you are not able anymore to reach out...
In your effort to protect your way of life you build the barriers around you and you are not able anymore to reach out...
No one wants continuously worry or hurt people yet with our indifference and ignorance that lead us to believe in any false propaganda we can destroy so many lives we would never imagine we would be able to...
No one wants continuously worry or hurt people yet with our indifference and ignorance that lead us to believe in any false propaganda we can destroy so many lives we would never imagine we would be able to...
Self doubt is the greatest enemy and hindrance to any kind of belief in life. We flounder when life throws challenges our way, as it always will. We lurch from one bad decision to another...
Self doubt is the greatest enemy and hindrance to any kind of belief in life. We flounder when life throws challenges our way, as it always will. We lurch from one bad decision to another...
Caught in a vortex of emotion and confusion, we hand over our power to others, too afraid to think for ourselves in case we are wrong.
Caught in a vortex of emotion and confusion, we hand over our power to others, too afraid to think for ourselves in case we are wrong.
Self doubt, like fear is crippling, and leads to an empty, unfulfilled existence. Never hand your power over to anyone, no matter how convincing  they appear. Only you know what is the best for you.
Self doubt, like fear is crippling, and leads to an empty, unfulfilled existence. Never hand your power over to anyone, no matter how convincing they appear. Only you know what is the best for you.
Immobilised by doubt, we would never do anything at all, once you have thought a matter through, trust yourself enough to act. Maybe it will not be the best decision but it is yours.
Immobilised by doubt, we would never do anything at all, once you have thought a matter through, trust yourself enough to act. Maybe it will not be the best decision but it is yours.
Listen to your voice within which can never lead us wrong. The mind is full of faulty information, the heart will often lead us only to our fleeting desires but our intuition will help us to get through.
Listen to your voice within which can never lead us wrong. The mind is full of faulty information, the heart will often lead us only to our fleeting desires but our intuition will help us to get through.
It's all connected to self esteem.  Arrogance is out but simple self value and calm resolve will help you to find the way to yourself and how to make the world around you happier place.
It's all connected to self esteem. Arrogance is out but simple self value and calm resolve will help you to find the way to yourself and how to make the world around you happier place.
Our first beliefs we gain in childhood, we absorb everything, what we hear, see, receive, don't get, pick up from what is implied. By the time we go to school se have thousands of beliefs tucked away in our subconscious.
Our first beliefs we gain in childhood, we absorb everything, what we hear, see, receive, don't get, pick up from what is implied. By the time we go to school se have thousands of beliefs tucked away in our subconscious.
We carry these beliefs around in our invisible suitcase and we use them as terms of reference on our journey through life.
We carry these beliefs around in our invisible suitcase and we use them as terms of reference on our journey through life.
If something occurs that doesn't match our belief, it takes us out of our comfort zone, but it also help us to grow and reject our beliefs for the better ones that help us to create the better world.
If something occurs that doesn't match our belief, it takes us out of our comfort zone, but it also help us to grow and reject our beliefs for the better ones that help us to create the better world.
I carry my core beliefs inside me as a series of images I try to capture and describe on my endless travels throughout this great Southern Land. And I know that times comes to change them one more time again...
I carry my core beliefs inside me as a series of images I try to capture and describe on my endless travels throughout this great Southern Land. And I know that times comes to change them one more time again...
Some people dramatically chance their lives for the better and on the way helped many people to improve their lives as well.
Some people dramatically chance their lives for the better and on the way helped many people to improve their lives as well.
A belief that we can change if we try hard enough is a necessary starting point, but it won't do it on its own.
A belief that we can change if we try hard enough is a necessary starting point, but it won't do it on its own.
Willpower is a limited resource, the more frequently you resist a temptation, the more vulnerable you become to the next one. Repeated exposure is almost guaranteed to break us down, as tortures know.
Willpower is a limited resource, the more frequently you resist a temptation, the more vulnerable you become to the next one. Repeated exposure is almost guaranteed to break us down, as tortures know.
Experience tells us that positive change is possible but necessarily easy. It usually takes cunning, persistence and self understanding.
Experience tells us that positive change is possible but necessarily easy. It usually takes cunning, persistence and self understanding.
We certainly need vision, but it is still not enough, and yet so many people have done it before you. Are you ready to pick up the challenge and improve your life and of those human beings around you?
We certainly need vision, but it is still not enough, and yet so many people have done it before you. Are you ready to pick up the challenge and improve your life and of those human beings around you?

THE ATROCITY OF SILENCE OUTWEIGHED THE ATROCITY OF THE ACT


The ghost of your daughter,

you felt

each jump

of her baby heart

in your hands,

until there were none.

Only then you put

the handsaw down

and watched the spilling blood

covering your dress.


Your Beloved daughter,

the girl who waited to be loved,

everybody knew what she was called

but nobody anywhere knew her name.


Listen,

and imagine

to live your life again,

you are born to be a slave.


You are born

nearly at the end

of three hundreds years

of slavery,

200 million of people

died in its cause,

but you are not aware of it.

You are 13 years old

brought in chains to another farm.

The last memory of your mother,

hanging from a tree,

fading fast.

You are measured and priced,

just like any other farm animal.

The owner,

who bought you,

can take your whole self for anything

that come to mind,

not just work, kill or maim you,

but dirty you,

but dirty you so bad,

you don't like yourself anymore,

dirty you so bad,

you forgot who you are and can not think it up.

You have a name

and you don't,

your owner decides.

Your pain is skin deep.

The colour of your skin is the only reason for your suffering.

You are the property,

that will reproduce itself without cost.

You are pregnant,

every year,

but you are not allowed to love

not even your children.

As a slave you protect

yourself and love small

or not at all.

You need permission to feel,

but your pain is there,

skin deep,

your children,

as soon as they will be strong enough to work,

they will be measured and sold

just like all other farm animals.



You decide to run away,

pregnant,

from your owner,

all by yourself.

Your other children,

already packed

into a wagonload

of others,

following the route to the Slavery-free North.



You desperately try to get to them,

one of whom is starving for the food you carry,

but your milk for the baby has been stolen

and your back pulped,

you are left to die,

there is six months old baby

inside you,

that wants to be born,

so exhausted,

you shuffle on your swollen and bloody feet,

you crawl,

you give the birth.

Nothing heals without pain,”

a lawless outlaw,

a barefoot woman with unpinned hair,

wraps your ten-minute old baby in the rags she wear.

I have to go, I don't want to be caught

with a runaway.”

You climb off a wagon,

your newborn tied to your chest

and open your arms,

freely,

for the first time,

for your children,

who have made it

safely,

before you,

to the North.

Their Grandmother,

the freed old slave woman,

you have never met,

heals your wounds and eases you pain:

The slave life had busted our legs, backs, heads, eyes, hands, kidneys, wombs

and tongues, we have nothing left to make a living with but our hearts.”

You have had twenty-eight days,

the travel of one whole moon,

of un slaved life.

Days of company of fifty

other

freed slaves,

who teach you,

how it feels to wake up

at dawn

and decide

what to do with your day.



When you see

the four horsemen

coming to the Grandmother's yard,

led by one slave catcher,

you know that is the end.

They find you

with your children,

barely breathing,

killed by your own hands.

You look at them,

so they understand,

there is nothing there to claim.

They left horrified,

your baby girl's blood gurgles

from open wound.

The others survived.



A sheriff comes

to lock

you

away

for murder.

Holding your

living

baby daughter

in your arms,

your dress blooded

with the dead one,

you walk past

your neighbours,

in your silence

and theirs.

Eighteen years will pass, until they realise:

'The atrocity of silence

outweighed the atrocity of the crime.'

You become a cause ce'le'bre in the fight

against the Fugitive Slave laws in Ohio,

but you are not aware of that.

By the time, you and your grown up baby girl

return to the rundown haunted house,

there is no one left to welcome you back.

Your sons run away

scarred for life by the killing spree,

Their Grandmother dies shortly after that.

Her life suspended between

the intolerable present

and murderous past,

the isolation

and mistrust from her neighbours,

the question of approval

or condemnation

of your rough choice

between the slavery

or death for her grandchildren

wore her finally out.


By the 1874 the North have

long

won the war,

in which your sons fought

and slavery is abolished,

but you are not aware of that,

there was a time you scanned the fields

every morning and every evening

for your boys,

until their thirteen years old faces

faded completely into their baby ones,

which come to you only in sleep.



You know, slave catchers are still on the loose,

whole towns wiped clean of freed slaves,

grown men whipped like children,

children whipped like adults,

women raped, property taken, necks broken,

hundreds lynchings in Kentucky alone in this one year,

human blood cooked in a lynch fire,

the stench stinks,

but you barely notice,

you are a refuge

closed off from the hurt

of the hurt world.

A revolting clump of scars on your back

for life

remind you never dare to make more plans.


18 years of disapproval and solitary life

taught you that the future is

a matter of keeping the past at bay,

looking in a mirror,

you see in your eyes,

indifference lodged where sadness should have been.



And yes, you have two children left,

the order and quietude of everyday life

with your deaf and lonely daughter

is violently disrupted by the chaos

of the needy dead.

'Anything coming back to life hurts'.

You are aware of that.

You shut down your rundown house

to the outside world, that punishes you,

and put up with the venom of its ghost,

the only one who has the right...



The ghost of your daughter,

you felt

each jump of her baby heart

in your hands,

until there were none,

only then you put the handsaw down

and watched the spilling blood

covering your dress,

Your Beloved daughter,

the girl who waited to be loved,

everybody knew what she was called

but nobody anywhere knew her name.

And what about the other girl...

A girl who has lived all her life in a house

peopled by the living activity of the dead.

She kept watch for the soul of her dead baby sister

and withdrew from anything else.

It was a greedy ghost and needed a lot of love,

which was only natural, considering.

And she loved it more than anything else,

even you,

she is scared of you,

always watchful,

always afraid the thing that happened,

that made it all right for you to kill her sister,

could happen again,

but you were not aware of that.



And that was this girl,

your living daughter,

you barely noticed,

locked in your own mind,

who saved you at the end....

YOU FINALLY GOT TO A PLACE

WHERE YOU COULD LOVE

ANYTHING YOU CHOOSE;

NOT TO NEED PERMISSION TO DESIRE;

THAT WAS FREEDOM

THAT YOU HAVE BEEN DENYED

ALL YOUR LIFE

YOU SPILT THE BLOOD OF YOUR OWN CHILD

IN ORDER TO MAKE PEOPLE STOP

AND REALIZE

THAT LIFE IS TOO PRECIOUS

AND NO ONE HAS RIGHT

TO OWN SOMEONE'S ELSE LIFE

OR LOOK DOWN ON ONE



YOUR LIFE IS YOURS,

NOW,

BUT YOU KEEP YOUR HEART STILL

AFRAID TO FORM THE QUESTION,

YOU HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO ASK;

THE QUESTION WRAPPED TIGHT LIKE SKIN:

WOULD IT BE ALL RIGHT TO GO AHEAD AND FEEL?”

WHY NOW AND NOT BEFORE?”

WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE; OWNERS OF LIVES; WHAT ARE THEY:

MORE THAN KILLERS AND LESS THAN HUMANS; BUT WHY?”



Come back to your own life,

now,

over one hundred and forty years later.

No one is allowed to own someone's life,

and yet,

some of these people from the past,

ready to be,

if the right time comes,

more than killers and less than humans,

survived among us.



WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE, who believe that the colour of their skin,

the place of their birth, the type of their religion,the colour of their blood or any

other 'super artificial dividing human trace' make them superior to all of us?



If you meet one of them,

looking down at you,

from his or her privileged and self-important place,

pointing at the colour of skin,

few shades lighter to yours,

as the rightful indicator of their 'fortunate life',

just laugh and point out,

that in the future,

it may be,

the size of your shoes,

the length of your arm,

or just your height,

that will decide,

if you are the one looking up,

or you are the one,

bending down.



The power hungry people of this world

will always find the way

to exploit others

to satisfy their greed

and try to cover it up

with a self-indulging talk

of their artificial superiority.

They will use any dividing trace that will suit their aim.

It is up to all of us to stop them on their track.



WHO ARE WE, those of us ,who believe that the place of our birth make us

superior to all of others, less fortunate?



It is so easy to lock the back door,

on a wagon load,

on a boat full,

on a long line of

starving faces,

when you are

the one,

full,

cosy

and safe inside.




Being born in a 'lucky country'

is not an achievement,

just luck,

that may change any time.

Next time, it can be you,

looking in and wishing,

that someone will invite you in

to share their lucky place under the sun.

Beloved by Toni Morrison

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lmmartin 5 years ago from Alberta and Florida

Another amazing hub, Beata. I did read this book and I also saw the movie made by Oprah Winfrey. The book I loved, the film not so much -- as is often the case. Thanks for sharing your take on this troubling story. Lynda


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my dear Lynda, I had a trouble from the start to follow the thread of the story therefore I had decided to concentrate mostly on one character only, but then I was drawn in it, as it is with all great books, it opened up for me a well of thoughts and reflection on us as humans and took me to a different level:)...thank you for your encouragement, I would not dare to start writing like this without you...god bless you and all the best with your writing:)


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HattieMattieMae 5 years ago from Limburg, Netherlands

Lovely Beata, nice work, love the message!:)


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thanks Hattie, happy you liked it and big thank you for your friendly comment:)


reeltaulk 5 years ago

Very interesting Beata I can see why some have said what you have said, but responses as such are only uttered when one has no idea. No idea what it is to suffer, no idea about hunger, abandonment or neglect. No IDEA what pain and no way out is! All of the above defines suffering and if one has suffered in any way their heart goes out with understanding. In a nutshell luck just doesn't exist, neither does "better than". For whatever reason things are orchestrated and designed a specific way, not to make one better than the other but as a unit to be an asset through the unique gift we are given. It's just a matter of realizing this and utilizing your potentials to their potential, making the end result....... the end result. What I will say is, We are who we are by the root intention of our actions regardless of whatever actions we individually choose to take our actions know its true intention and in return those intentions are "blessed" with whatever results! This may be a bit confusing, but sorry this is what I have gotten from your hub...... Nice Hub

BTW what movie is this

Vonda G. Nelson


reeltaulk 5 years ago

BTW I ddnt find it to be "tacky" at all........it has happened, and that experience definitely isn't tacky


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you 'reeltaulk' beautifully written and explained:), thank you wholeheartedly for your insight and your explanation, as always there are so many different opinions and so many different ways to understand and reflect on a story, the real story as you said and by every new insight I am richer person.


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Chatkath 5 years ago from California

Amazing depth Beata - you are a wonderful and passionate writer with many layers! I can relate, oh how I can relate! It is almost like having too much feeling sometimes, unable to withstand the pain, suffering and intolerance in our world, you write about it! Very impressing piece!


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Dear Chatkath, I only respond to what I see and it is everywhere around us:), but my words would be empty, just a loose chain of words blowing in the wind without any aim, only if they find someone who give them power and meaning...who can relate, they become 'the words'...thank you for making my word becoming 'painful...alive'...


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ryuhawk 5 years ago

Interesting and invigorating piece. I particularly enjoyed your use of repetition throughout and your use of a first person point of view. It adds emotion and identity to the speaker that is needed when addressing strong topics such as those discussed in Beloved. An interesting possibility I've research and come to partly accept is the idea that the apparition of Beloved was simple a literary metaphor used by Morrison but was never actually physically there in the piece. That her presence was a haunting reminder of the past through Sethe's mind but not a literal one. Personally being a horror fan I prefer to think of her as a true ghost, but its an interesting analysis to consider. Great job!


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A_K 5 years ago from Delhi

Very moving! amazing depth! and thought provoking!!!


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Dear 'ryuhawk', thank you for your useful explanation, I have read few interviews with Morrison and I have got the feeling that she likes to leave the interpretation of 'Beloved'

open to readers as much as possible, but then I believe the greater book, more interpretations readers can gain from it....needlessly to say I love your interpretation of 'Beloved' as a literary metaphor, as a reminder of guilty mind and bearer of painful past...

Thank you so much for your insight, I feel more confident to continue in my writings:)_

Thank you A_K for your praise as well, it is great to be a part of so friendly and encouraging hubbing community:)....all the best to you both in your writing and encouragement of starting writers just like me:)


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yshashikant 5 years ago from Mumbai

Beata Stasak, at first i thought you are just another hubber trying to promote their hub.But after reading your hub, i m grateful to you for leaving a response to my question. And yes, i am a fan of your writing. Word's cant express the feelings that i share with this hub. Neither have i read the book nor seen the movie, but now i wish i could do so.

Thanks for being here on hubpages. This hub has to be on the homepage of hubpages. It deserves it.


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Sorry dear 'yshashikant' that I give the impression I want to promote my hubs, I don't earn any money from promotion, nor feel any need for it, just looking for people to connect and communicate...share ideas....reading your question about racism I just felt that my latest reflection could answer your question much better than any of my long explanations...I am happy it did:)


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yshashikant 5 years ago from Mumbai

Beata, you got it all wrong. Maybe i shouldn't have included the first sentence in my comment. I really liked your hub, and i know that you aren't earning anything of these hubs(except the amazon referral link;it is relevant on this hub).

I don't really know how to play with words, and i guess its always better to keep it simple.

"You are a wonderful writer." Hope i made it clear this time. And yes, this hub almost answered my question. :)


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Dear yshashikant, thank you for your explanation, I wanted to explain myself as well in my response to your comment, but sometimes explanations are not needed, the most important thing is that we are on the same wavelength....wish you all the best dear my fellow hubber, hope only worthy people you meet everyday on your way through life:)...we all wish for it, do we?....love and peace from Beata


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yshashikant 5 years ago from Mumbai

Yes, we all wish to meet the worthy people in our life everyday. But it's fun to meet those crazy and weird people too. It help's life to keep its momentum going on. After all, life is all about ups and downs. And i think i m crowding your comments, but i can't stop replying. :) Enjoy life.

-Shashikant


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

There is plenty space for many, many comments...and yes, crazy people are worthy too...my Mum always used to tell me that I am one of them, living on a cloud and dreaming about something out of this world....and I am sure, that you are one of them too...keeping your ideals of the better world alive...so you see I can not stop replying too...all the best to you...and come back any time...


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yshashikant 5 years ago from Mumbai

You have hit the bull's eye. I am a day dreamer. One moment, i m the guy who save's the world from floods and all the weather-ly catastrophes by building a huge remote controlled ceiling,it open's in good weather and closes in bad weather. And the other moment, i am killed saving my country by the terrorists. And i love this conversation. But, i think i will stop bothering you now. Cause some where in your heart you might be thinking, "What a jerk. Stop commenting now". And i know you can't say that here. He he he...


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Nice to meet you a fellow day dreamer...good night now:)


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Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

Thanks Beata for threading us through an agonizing journey in the history of our world. So much of the remenants of slavery are still hanging from the trees and walls of life today even though so many, many, years have past since it was a reality. The deed was multi-dimension ranging both the physical and the mental planes and leaving cultural impressions and attitudes which are almost eternal in some corners of our global culture. Great write, thanks for sharing it. WB


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you dear WB for your well thought input, when I start to write it is just the start of my journey, I learn so much on the way from all wonderful comments I am receiving...thanks again for that:)


Jean Bakula 5 years ago

Dear Beata,

Your piece was deeply moving and well expressed. I never read Beloved, although I like Toni Morrison, so now I must! One year my family met 3 lovely and nice men from Australia while vacationing in Jamaica, and they regaled us with many stories of home. Apparently they wanted to see a soccer match in Canada. When they visited a travel agent, she told them they could afford to travel the world for what they would spend going only to Canada, so they went for it. They had been to many areas in the US by the time we met, so it was really fun to hear how they appeared through their eyes. Thanks for reading my "The Pact" hub, and I want to follow you. Take care.


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you Jean for your lovely personal story, I was born near Austrian border to Croatian parents, lived in Romania with my mother for a while and study in Russia but Australia was the love on the first side when I had settled in here 15 years ago:)

Very happy that I have new hubfriend:)


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Dee aka Nonna 5 years ago

Toni Morrison is one of my favorite writers. She can be very hard to read if you are looking for fantasy and not the truth. I think you honored her with your words here. Thank you for sharing your insight into this wonderful novel "Beloved". I could go on but in the interest of space and respect for other readers I won't. I will just say Superb!!!!


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my dear Dee, it is great to see that I have found the common thread with so many readers all around the world:)


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Rebecca E. 5 years ago from Canada

I am now going to go and read some of her books, I have not but your hub has made me want to do this. Well written and thoughtful.


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

You make me very happy dear Rebecca, if my reflections make people to come back to the 'great books' I believe my goal has been reached:)


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Tatara 5 years ago from Asia

I remember my college professor bringing Toni Morrison books to school. I can tell you're a trained writer, and a very good one at that!


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ThePracticalMommy 5 years ago from United States

Toni Morrison is one of my favorite authors, and certainly Beloved was one of her best works. You creativly caught the essence of the pain of a suffering mother who lived with her decision day after day to end her daughter's life to save her from the misery of being enslaved. Well done. Voted up!


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my fellow hubbers for your encouraging comments, hopefully I will not disappoint you in the future bringing more reflections on great books and putting them back to 'spotlight' where they belong:) Thank you my dear fellow girls lost in books and wish you happy day...


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Phil Plasma 4 years ago from Montreal, Quebec

We read 'Beloved' in our book group a few years back, I couldn't get into it and didn't really enjoy it much. I found the captions under each of the photos really captivating.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you for your honest comment Phil, happy you liked the personal self-reflections under each of the photos...this book was not easy to read and get through (it is sometimes the case with great books, they take greater effort to read) but it made me think and reflect about my life and the life in general more than the most of the books I have read:)


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you fro your comments and all the best with hubbing:)

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