Archive for December 2010
Happy Forever Now!
Posted on: December 31, 2010
A New Year.
According to the Gregorian calendar a year is made up by 365.242199 days but sometimes, due to a mismatch with astronomical events, time needs to take a leap to re-synchronize with the calendar. Hence why we get an additional day in February every forth year.
In the Hebrew calendar a 13th lunar month is added seven times every 19 years to the twelve lunar, to keep its calendar year from drifting through the seasons too rapidly.
And in Iranian calendar they have found a way so that every 33th year, the leap year will have a span of five years.
And then of course there is the Chinese calendar, the Hindu and the Buddhist calendars which use their own formula for calculating time.
Time is nothing but Mathematics.
One could even suggest that time does not exist, except as a make believe in our minds.
But of course, I have a hard time to grapple that because I’m still trying to wrap my mind around the idea.
Why do we need to cut and portion out time as if the bigger plate would be too much to handle?
Why do we need to stop and play as if New Years Eve was an end to a chapter and New Years Day a beginning to a greater book?
Is it to escape our past? Is it because we like the idea of starting over? Becoming better people? Changing our ways? Making better choices?
Even if you don’t make New Years resolutions, don’t you silently feel more prone to reflect on the past year and more likely to look forward to the next, and most probably wish deep down there, that things will get better?
That there is still time.
But maybe the whole idea of time is what got you off track in the first place?
Happy Forever Now! (while trying to come to terms with the non-existing, on-going paradox of time)
Mr Winter (five years later)
Posted on: December 29, 2010
- In: My Poetry
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Late December
so much snow
Mr Winter
came early this year
but we are getting old
This year I’ll make an angel
and send her off
with all that time spent waiting
dancing in the snow
I belong to nobody
and in belonging I rest
bleeding from the sleeve
of my greatest test
I still have thoughts
that keep me grounded
a budding wish to grow
Mr Winter will not linger
I still have miles to go
(* The Original Mr Winter was written in 2005)
Just in time for…(Xmas)
Posted on: December 24, 2010
The last bit of Christmas shopping.
The decoration of the Christmas tree.
The annual picture with my brother.
Christmas presents!
Mom’s traditional and superb home-made food.
Glistening snow and minus 20 degrees outside.
Love, warmth and gratitude on the inside.
Changes within
Posted on: December 24, 2010
While you were sleeping
Posted on: December 22, 2010
There is so much beauty happening while we are asleep…
The golden moon setting in the ocean.
The stars sparkling up above
Camps Bay nightlife music slowly fading in the background.
People leaving the clubs, alone or with someone.
Lovers emerging. Is it too late or still early?
The cold night breeze blending with the day’s hot air.
Birds fly their course.
And then, the misty morning light waking up the earth, changing features.
Soon, the beach will be packed with umbrellas and colourful bikinis.
But we are heading home to the sound of Nina Simone’s voice declaring;
“it’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life…
And I’m feeling not only good,
but so much more than I could ever describe in words.
Sturdy up your heart
Posted on: December 19, 2010
Sitting on the balcony in a summer dress, sipping on an afternoon drink. The white cotton drape of clouds are just brushing the edges of the mountain and the breeze is caressing my sunburnt skin.
My soul is beaming but my heart is getting ready to break.
I am feeling emotional and the fact that I am tired from too much drinking and too little sleep probably adds up to the thoughts that cross my mind.
It hit me today that I will leave in just two days. That this is “just a holiday”.
I know I have a way of romanticizing things and some might just think I am being dramatic. But do they know what it feels like to be let into paradise and thrown back out again? Do they know what it feels like to be in absolute bliss? The moments when time slows down, allowing you to really drink it in, to bathe in joy?
When I say paradise I mean right here and now. And when I speak about time I am aware that time doesn’t slow down or speed up, it is our awareness that does.
“Slow down. It’s Cape Town” the roadway sign proclaims.
And so I find myself meandering around, completely open to whatever the moment will bring. And perhaps because of that (and the fact that my friends are always out and about) life becomes easy and our only concern is whether we should watch the sunset from the mountain, the beach or from a bar.
I had a few drinks with Akim at Wakame the other day, and he reminded me that we are just here for a cup of coffee, that our experience is short and in our hands. And hearts.
So when I find this poem in a bookshop it speaks volumes to what I am feeling.
Take me to the places on earth that teach you how to dance, the places where you can risk letting the world break you heart, and I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again
Is your heart open? Have you ever risked breaking it? Has it been broken? I know mine has and I know if yours have too, you know there are only two options; to be grateful for what you experienced, and prepared for more pain, or regretful and closed up, and likely to never experience true joy again.
So sturdy up, sturdy up your heart.
(For the road is long ahead)
Take me there
Posted on: December 19, 2010
- In: Great Quotes | Real Poetry
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Take me to the places on earth that teach you how to dance, the places where you can risk letting the world break you heart, and I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again
Oriah Mountain Dreamer
The chance of humming
Posted on: December 15, 2010
A
man
standing on two logs in a river
might do all right floating with the current
while humming in the
Now.
Though
if one log is tied to a camel,
who is also heading south along the bank
at the same pace
all could still be well
with the
world
unless
the camel thinks he forgot something, and
abruptly turns upstream,
then
uh-oh.
Most minds
do not live in the present
and can stick to a reasonable plan;
most minds abruptly turn
and undermine the
chance
of
humming.
Rumi
Small world eh!
Posted on: December 13, 2010
Cape Town has a population of over 3,5 million people, covering a large area of suburbs and townships. But that is hard to realize, when I stroll the streets of the city centre, go to the beach or out at night, and I keep running into people I know.
Just in one week there have been several random run-ins.
One day I was sitting at a veranda on Kloof with my laptop when Tess walked by and later that day close to Green Market Square I met Sevan and Elin.
At a place we went out to Friday there was a guy I had hooked up with once two years ago. I was dancing with Lorena and the others and some Australian rugby players until the place closed. We ended up at a gay bar where I met Brent, a guy I used to salsa with at Buena Vista on Sundays. The next day Chris and I went to the trendy Bisquit Mill Market and guess who is there. Brent again. And actually a Swedish guy, Anders we knew before too. And the accountant from Travelstart.
Brent sent a text Sunday evening: Surprised I haven’t run into to you yet to which I replied that we were at Beluga having sushi. After that two friends of Darren’s and I continued on to Buena Vista and while sitting up on a balcony drinking Mojito one of the guys said: Look, there’s Brent. So they knew him too for some unclear reason.
Later on the dance floor I met Kholo, another friend from before who actually already knew I was back. When the place closed at four me and Brent went to Sea Point for late night burgers. While sitting there completely into our own conversation I caught a gaze from the guy at the opposite table. It’s the Australian rugby guy!
And it goes on.
At Rick’s I was talking to a guy that knew some of my ex colleages in Stockholm. A Swedish girl who was there and told me about the company where she does an internship. The next evening at Rafikis after a few beers I realize that the Swedish guys sitting next to me knew this same girl. AND, they are connected somehow to the housemate of Justin so at his house party they were all there.
Crazy but this is starting to feel like back home.
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