I'm sorry I made you cry. I had also reread that last scene....it touched me, as well. You put it all together, perfectly. The morning sun was what I saw, but I had them heading West...with the warmth on their backs.....in Southern California! There is nothing like a California sunset....The End.
Sunltcloud wrote:
Well, Kathy, you made me cry. I just listend to Cat Stevens and "Morning has Broken" on YouTube, then I reread the last couple of pages of "Under this Unbroken Sky."
I think it would make fabulous background music for the last scene. I would copy the lyrics here but don't know if that is allowed. Don't know much about copyright laws when it comes to these boards.
Anyway, I sat at my computer, envisioning the "exodus." Saw it with my very own eyes! Nature reclaiming the wounded land with a carpet of new growth. Wildflowers. A rock wall that will soon crumble. A shack with its door propped open. A horse and cart. A woman walking behind the cart. Children in the cart. Cat Stevens singing. Clear. Crisp. Full of Hope. The horse shakes his mane and picks up speed. They are going east toward the morning sun. The end!
KathyS wrote:G - Trying to figure out this title, felt like I couldn't see the trees for the forest! And you hit the nail on the head. Freedom.
All though this story, there were so many metaphorical sequences that overlapped, making it difficult for me to realize the meaning of this title.
Life and death = FREEDOM! The whole story takes turns giving us examples of both life, and death. Even in death there was a freedom. I won't go into the details at this point.
Just a minute ago a song poped into my head. "Morning Has Broken". I thought, why did this happen? Usually songs don't come into my head unless there's a reason. My head is full of music all the time, and all it takes is a word to set me off.
The only time the sky breaks is at dawn. Not at night, not mid-day, and not in the evening. Once the sun comes up, there is always blue sky someplace on earth. Above the clouds, if it's raining or snowing....the sun is always shinning. Even in the end, through heartbreak and sorrow, there was that small little piece of silver-lining called hope and freedom, in the form of a sack of grain. For them it was their mustard seed.
K.S.
I'll make Maria and the kids lots of jars and crocks, and a set of dishes, all with a cobalt blue banding, and a yellow ochre wheat design on them! House warming!
Sunltcloud wrote:
It is done. "Morning has Broken" dedicated to Maria and her children. We also have to give her a going away present. I will embroider a white tablecloth with wildflowers. You might want to design a jar for the wheat kernels?
KathyS wrote:G - You're sweet! Thank you.
Your perspective is wonderful! I can picture you flying! Looking down above the clouds. Night and day, life and death....shades of light and shadows....it does say it, doesn't it?
I just found the song, Morning Has Broken: It's sung with lovely pictures.
Let's dedicated it to Maria and her children.
Sunltcloud wrote:
Kathy,
I am always awed by the way your heart (your mind? your body? your what?) translates the world of everyday events into music. Even though you are an artist who works with her hands (feels the world), when the insights appear they seem to morph into melody. And lyrics. I love it.
I think for me reality is stripped down to patterns. Light and shadow. Color hues. As I was sorting out the meaning of Unbroken Sky, though I was using words to get to the result, I saw myself flying above the clouds, in the blue endless sky. Free from patterns. Below me were the changing patterns of the seasons that project themselves onto the earth. Light and shadow. Life and death.
BTW, for the longest time I chased "silver linings." That was during my cloud picture days. Hence sunltcloud. Then I became a tree person. I have a journal filled with photographs of tree bark. Tree roots. Leaves. Right now I am in the middle of a vegetable period; I play with my food.
And when I am done with this post I have to find Morning has Broken. The melody comes but I can't quite put together the lyrics.
G.
KathyS wrote:
G - Trying to figure out this title, felt like I couldn't see the trees for the forest! And you hit the nail on the head. Freedom.
All though this story, there were so many metaphorical sequences that overlapped, making it difficult for me to realize the meaning of this title.
Life and death = FREEDOM! The whole story takes turns giving us examples of both life, and death. Even in death there was a freedom. I won't go into the details at this point.
Just a minute ago a song poped into my head. "Morning Has Broken". I thought, why did this happen? Usually songs don't come into my head unless there's a reason. My head is full of music all the time, and all it takes is a word to set me off.
The only time the sky breaks is at dawn. Not at night, not mid-day, and not in the evening. Once the sun comes up, there is always blue sky someplace on earth. Above the clouds, if it's raining or snowing....the sun is always shinning. Even in the end, through heartbreak and sorrow, there was that small little piece of silver-lining called hope and freedom, in the form of a sack of grain. For them it was their mustard seed.
K.S.
Sunltcloud wrote:
Spoiler Alert!
I think the question about the Unbroken Sky is asked a little early in the reading. I had to read almost to the end of the novel before I found definitive (to me at least) references to the Unbroken Sky. As has been mentioned above by skiibunny1213 the sky reveals its importance on page 303.
What shaped Teodor's future is laid out in front of us in one very short sentence when he recalls his prison sentence.
"They took away the sky."
What gives him hope and energy follows in the passage after that. "He feels he can expand as far and wide as he can see."
The unbroken sky takes on different meanings for different observers. The literal is the expanse. the metaphorical is the wholeness. To Teodor the sky pulses freedom.
"He exhales to the sky. Above him, northern lights flicker. Ivan says it's star people. Katya says it's God. Teodor doesn't know what it is. A reason to look up. He breathes in deep and the answer comes. It is freedom."
IT IS FREEDOM!
Perfect! I love cobalt blue. Maybe we can get a few more posters to contribute to the house warming once they are finished with reading the novel.
KathyS wrote:I'll make Maria and the kids lots of jars and crocks, and a set of dishes, all with a cobalt blue banding, and a yellow ochre wheat design on them! House warming!
Sunltcloud wrote:
It is done. "Morning has Broken" dedicated to Maria and her children. We also have to give her a going away present. I will embroider a white tablecloth with wildflowers. You might want to design a jar for the wheat kernels?
KathyS wrote:G - You're sweet! Thank you.
Your perspective is wonderful! I can picture you flying! Looking down above the clouds. Night and day, life and death....shades of light and shadows....it does say it, doesn't it?
I just found the song, Morning Has Broken: It's sung with lovely pictures.
Let's dedicated it to Maria and her children.
Sunltcloud wrote:
Kathy,
I am always awed by the way your heart (your mind? your body? your what?) translates the world of everyday events into music. Even though you are an artist who works with her hands (feels the world), when the insights appear they seem to morph into melody. And lyrics. I love it.
I think for me reality is stripped down to patterns. Light and shadow. Color hues. As I was sorting out the meaning of Unbroken Sky, though I was using words to get to the result, I saw myself flying above the clouds, in the blue endless sky. Free from patterns. Below me were the changing patterns of the seasons that project themselves onto the earth. Light and shadow. Life and death.
BTW, for the longest time I chased "silver linings." That was during my cloud picture days. Hence sunltcloud. Then I became a tree person. I have a journal filled with photographs of tree bark. Tree roots. Leaves. Right now I am in the middle of a vegetable period; I play with my food.
And when I am done with this post I have to find Morning has Broken. The melody comes but I can't quite put together the lyrics.
G.
KathyS wrote:
G - Trying to figure out this title, felt like I couldn't see the trees for the forest! And you hit the nail on the head. Freedom.
All though this story, there were so many metaphorical sequences that overlapped, making it difficult for me to realize the meaning of this title.
Life and death = FREEDOM! The whole story takes turns giving us examples of both life, and death. Even in death there was a freedom. I won't go into the details at this point.
Just a minute ago a song poped into my head. "Morning Has Broken". I thought, why did this happen? Usually songs don't come into my head unless there's a reason. My head is full of music all the time, and all it takes is a word to set me off.
The only time the sky breaks is at dawn. Not at night, not mid-day, and not in the evening. Once the sun comes up, there is always blue sky someplace on earth. Above the clouds, if it's raining or snowing....the sun is always shinning. Even in the end, through heartbreak and sorrow, there was that small little piece of silver-lining called hope and freedom, in the form of a sack of grain. For them it was their mustard seed.
K.S.
Sunltcloud wrote:
Spoiler Alert!
I think the question about the Unbroken Sky is asked a little early in the reading. I had to read almost to the end of the novel before I found definitive (to me at least) references to the Unbroken Sky. As has been mentioned above by skiibunny1213 the sky reveals its importance on page 303.
What shaped Teodor's future is laid out in front of us in one very short sentence when he recalls his prison sentence.
"They took away the sky."
What gives him hope and energy follows in the passage after that. "He feels he can expand as far and wide as he can see."
The unbroken sky takes on different meanings for different observers. The literal is the expanse. the metaphorical is the wholeness. To Teodor the sky pulses freedom.
"He exhales to the sky. Above him, northern lights flicker. Ivan says it's star people. Katya says it's God. Teodor doesn't know what it is. A reason to look up. He breathes in deep and the answer comes. It is freedom."
IT IS FREEDOM!
