When the bond between heaven and earth is broken, only a story can mend it.
— The Baal Shem Tov
Sometimes I hear a story and it won’t go away. The story of the archer and his arrows is like that for me. I first heard it one evening during a meeting of my men’s group. For the life of me, I don’t remember what led up to it.
One man, Xavier, said, “Have you heard the story of the archer and the arrows?”
No one had.
Xavier told the story. It dropped into the room like a like a stone in a still pond. There was a long silence after. I can still feel it rippling.
I thought the best way to share the story was to have Xavier tell it again just as he did that night. So I asked if he wouldn’t mind. He agreed.
I went to his house with a small digital recorder and we sat down together. I worried it might take a few tries and I would have to knit them together on the computer later.
Xavier told the story once into the small microphone, never hesitating. He wove the spell again, taking a little over three minutes. When he was done we both knew there was no need for anything further.
I’ve posted the story below. It’s a sound file, not a video. The pictures are in your head. You can click on the play button to hear it, but I need to tell you two things before you do.
First, as I mentioned, the story takes just over three minutes. I know how busy you are. If you’re feeling rushed or impatient, I urge you not to listen now, but to bookmark the page and come back to it when your mood is more leisurely.
Second, I don’t want to say anything about the story until after you’ve heard it. In fact, you might not even want to read about my response to it. In any case, that’s for next time.
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This is the first post in a two part series.
Read: Dads in the art of archery, Part 2
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Zen in the Art of Archery — Painless. You never even feel the arrow.
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Any thoughts on the story? Loose your arrow. I always respond here.