Posts Tagged ‘2012’
I have no idea what is in my bag, or if the clothes I stuffed down are even clean.
I left 5 cases of things in Jenny’s apartment and rushed out without cleaning properly.
I remembered to water the sunflower I bought her but didn’t have time to write a note.
I had planned to get so much done today, and really had no desire to come in for work when the hotel manager woke me up this morning.
But, I got to the bus just in time, and now I’m on my way…
My friend Nicolas has given me instructions to his apartment and left the door open. He won’t be home before midnight which gives me some time to at least shower.
Tomorrow I’m meeting up with a whole bunch of other people. And together, we will enjoy 3 days of Sweden’s best music festival and some of my all-time favourite bands.
I’m so excited!
Artist/Band: Michael Kiwanuka
Album: Home Again
Released: March 2012
Web: Official Website
Favourite songs: Tell Me A Tale, I’m Getting Ready, I’ll Get Along, Rest, Home Again, Bones, Any Day Will Do Fine, They Say I’m Doing Just Fine
There has definitely been a kind of “back to basic” music breeze blowing for a while, and Michael Kiwanuka is like the core of the tornado, sweeping over the World with his classic soul sound, closest compared to the one of Bill Withers, Otis Redding and Van Morrison. This is absolutely timeless, honest, wonderful music and I’m so bummed I missed his show here in Oslo last week. But I know he’ll be around for a while.
Yesterday, my room mate Maria, having just come back from a 2 weeks vacation in Chile, asked me a question through the thin wall that separate our rooms:
So, are you doing anything special tomorrow, since it’s your day off?
I laughed. Like what?! I was sick with a flu and there was a blizzard outside.
She laughed too. Yeah, what a silly question.
Here, now, what could possibly be special…?
I woke up around 9 a.m. having slept more than 11 hours. I had spent the entire day in bed yesterday but today, I felt much better.
There was new, white snow on the ground and on the roof tops. A few days ago people were wearing sunglasses and sneakers. March is always a month of waiting.
I checked my e-mails.
I great friend had sent me a sunshine note with a link to Brett Dennen’s song “Sydney, I’ll Come Running”. I listened to Brett Dennen on Spotify all throughout the morning and imagined I was some place warm.
There was also an e-mail from my mother thanking me for the bouquet of flowers that had been delivered to her door. I had sent them to celebrate the occasion of International Women’s Day and because 10% of the profit went to a Red Cross project to help children find their mothers. Also, I wanted to cheer her up and let her know how excited I am about our trip to Sardinia this summer.
I did some research on the place in Sardinia where we’ll be staying.
I called the Swedish embassy in Oslo to renew my passport.
I also considered signing up for life coaching Mike Dooley’s inspirational trip around the rest of Italy.
I talked to one of my best friends Moa on Skype for about an hour. She was sick with something as uncommon as shingles but happy about a trip she’s making with her boyfriend to Iceland for Easter + possibly India for field studies in July and most likely South Africa in December where we planned to meet up.
I spoke to at least 4 other friends online, including colleagues that I see almost every day.
My room mate Charlotte came home from her boyfriends for the first time in weeks and we shared some bread and grapes in the kitchen. She told me she and some friends were going to a ski resort up North for Easter and asked if I wanted to join and I thought, why not?
And I booked a ridiculously cheap hotel room at employee rate.
I took a slow walk through the slippery wet snow to the cozy Chillout Travel Centre Café.
Flipped through travel magazines and Lonely Planet Guides for almost two hours. I don’t know if it was the strong coffee, reading about trips across the seas and continents or the fact that I hadn’t really recovered from the flu but when I got up I felt dizzy and had to get out for fresh air.
The snow had almost melted away and it was beginning to get dark.
Back home, in front of the computer again, I learnt that there is cruel army leader in Uganda named Joseph Kony and that there is a non-profit organization called Invisible Children that wants to stop him. I felt my room shrink a little and my heart thump harder when I watched the video clip that 27 million other people had watched that day already. I wrote to my friend Malin on Facebook although she lives just 20 minutes away from my house and we both agreed we should do something. But paint the city red with posters? No, we couldn’t get our head around this whole thing.
She told me “on an easier note” that she was going to Ireland for the weekend. I told her I was going to Gothenburg the next weekend. She said she had all her weekends planned up until June and we joked about how we had actually become weekend planning people.
But in June I’ve got a whole week to “just be”, she wrote
Well, it’s great that you got that planned, I replied and added a smiley.
We live on the Internet these days. We get our information online. We are moved by pictures of poverty and war but we don’t know how it relate to us. We plan trips around the world but we don’t take the time to visit a neighbor. We try to make time to breathe or sign up for courses to find ourselves. We don’t know what it means when someone asks you if you’re doing anything special.
What is special?
I guess it wasn’t such a silly question after all.
I did an imaginary trip around the World today only to end up at my own door step.
A little tired, a little more confused but ultimately, safe and sound.
I guess just being alive is pretty special.
2011 was a tough year for most parts of the World; the Arabic revolutions, Occupy Wall Street, famine and suffering in Africa, economic crisis in Europe and of course the terror attack and mass murder that took place here in Oslo.
What’s goin on? Marvin Gaye would have asked.
Well, for you who have seen the Zeitgeist movies, read Conversations with God or believe in the prophecy of the Mayan calendar: these are the changes they talk about:
The end of the World as we know it.
We are beginning to grasp the power of thought and meaning of intention, creating new metaphysical patterns, start acting and moving towards an experience where all forms of Life are united.
And somewhere in this process transformation starts to take place, and maybe, just maybe, that is the end of the world as we know it.
I know it sounds fuzzy. But really, look at what we write on Facebook these days, how so many of us search for meaning and fulfillment in everyday life, expressing our every move. Why do we do that? What does all of this “connection” beyond borders and time mean?
Look at the spiritual movement, stretching from better self-esteem books, not to mention the huge success of books like Power of Now and the Secret, to the increasing popularity of yoga and meditation in our Western society.
I find these signs inspiring and I’m not afraid of the future, as all things are bound to change.
What saddens me though is to see how far astray we’ve gotten, with the consumption culture we live in today.
In the West we are fighting an old industrial equation where more/bigger/faster equals better, but we are paying a high price for quick pleasure.
Look how Mother Nature is suffering. We still don’t make the necessary changes to break this destructive pattern. I know for myself I eat very little meat, I walk or bike almost everywhere, I take trains instead of flying, I shop more and more eco-friendly and Fair Trade products and try to consume consciously. But even so, there are a ton of stuff I could do better, especially when I’m tired, hungry, lazy or in a hurry.
Unfortunately, I think we’re only seeing the beginning of storms, land eruptions, tsunamis, floods and drought. As sad is it is to see, I think this is our wake-up call and that disaster will bring us closer together, displaying our vulnerability and humility but also our strength.
In 2012 I will do my best to walk the talk, challenge myself and stay positive, loving, healthy and strong for this “New World” where our children can play.
Feel free to share your thoughts and perspective on this!
Love n’ Light,