Shortly after Xmas and before the year change is the time of being nowhere. This is an opportunity to take advantage of the uncertainty of life. Changes can be made. Probably you know which ones. Let's do it.
After the party when everyone has left you can feel either tranquil or nervous. And it's up to you. If you have inner balance, you don't mind being on your own, and if not - then it's different. How is it now?
A way to survive the winter is to meditate. And the only way to meditate is to do it regularly. That's why I started to do it daily.
For a long time I had talked about it, but now I finally got into it. From somewhere sprang the motivation, and I'm really glad about it.
Yet again without a photo. But that's mostly the season's fault. Or feature. But anyway, it's finally Spring. The long awaited for. Hooray to that! The snow is melting, the dead grass is raked and the sides of the boat are shining. The season of hope and depression is here.
Now is the time to cling onto your last remaining strength and spend it. Now is the time to linger in sun for no purpose at all, and let the thoughts be confused. Now is the time to slow down ...
When someone is not there, you'll start to think where he is. That's if you know the person. If you don't, you propably won't bother. Why would you? Most of the inhabitants of this planet are just numbers. And these numbers are too big to comprehend.
But let's say you live in the neighbourhood and you've seen me before. Walking my cat or shaping sculptures of snow. Then you would pay a little bit attention, and maybe ask, where is the guy? Perhaps on vacation or ...
Hearing the music
turning it up
feeling something unfamiliar
by the feet and the back.
Starting to move
first slowly
and then more
towards the pleasant sweatiness
of a dance
long ago forgotten.
Did see it
like through a tube
or a wall of solid rock
six feet thick.
I reached down to my
precious subconscious
like a hedgehog reaches up
to the sun
desperate and longing.
Did do it
didn't I?
please say yes.
All the time we travel through the emptiness of space on this rock. Clinging hard onto it, counting on the gravity to look after us, trying not to think of the inevitability of death. Only the distant stars watching over us.
counting on the gravity
But yet we are destined to hope for something unreachable. It's not our choice. And that's quite comforting.
Fogginess of twilight is creeping inside. It's hard to resist, because it doesn't present itself in any clear form. Too bad we lost our native religion centuries ago.
It's one week to summer vacation, which gives hope beyond expectations. The time begins to slow down. The trees start to whisper. The paints get anxious in their tubes. And me - I'm feeling finally a bit transparent.
The snow is finally mostly gone, and it's time to rediscover the paths in the forest. And notice things you haven't seen before.
Time seems to run. Often I feel I run out of it. But every now and then I stop to look at it. Carefully inspect it and openly listen to it. Then time slows down. It stretches and bends and twists. And the world seems to be a happier place to live.
By writing short lines
you lie much less
and give room
to thoughts.
By painting
you don't lie at all
and open doors
to unconscious.
So please
do it
while you still
dwell here.
It is quite difficult to see
over the hills
or even behind the curtains
rather difficult to open one's eyes
in the morning
when the sun hasn't risen yet
but easy to keep walking
to a familiar direction
not breaking the routines.
I hadn’t remembered how relaxing it is to go to the museum. Watching the story in the paintings and letting it touch. Thank you Aimo Kanerva.
Desperately I’ve been looking for places with a view to the horizon. And there are days when I find it. And those are the glad ones.
I could spend ours at seaside. Watching the nature, listening to the sounds of birds and waves. Needing only tea.
Do buds in our life open because of what we do, or in spite of it?
Let’s set a goal. It would be to meditate daily. But since that is quite far away, let’s begin with something easier: three times a week either yoga or zazen. Could you do it?
Winter solstice is behind our backs. We are halfway out of the dark. Hope increases with light.
A slight change in routines may result in appearance of unforeseen creatures.
Waking up remembering thoroughly the last dream. Feeling how it's fading away. Actively memorizing the crucial points of the dream. And then - trying to figure out what I am trying to tell myself. Desperately.
Often life seems complicated. Then one must try to find beauty in the complexity. Repeating patterns, random details or funny coincidences. They are there.
Regular human comprehension is rather shallow. What we see and think is merely the surface. Just ripples on the water. Is there a way to get deeper?
Six decades ago even the rock scratchers had both artistic talent and patience. Hurray for Waldemar and Kaarina!
There are lots of funny things around. The skill is to notice them. Even in people and society.