Sep 30, 2013

Tales of sunset

Goodbye September 

My neurons bathes happily in a unique hormonal mix I recreated by listening to last year autumn playlist and dancing under the setting sunrays. Every move stimulate different muscle and joints which boosts some blood rush to my glands and sends a gleeful shot of soothing chemicals to mind. While I harmoniously stretch my whole body in sync with psychedelic trance music, every tension is released like burst bubbles that tickle my heart. Warm citrus colored sunrays melt my heart as sparkles of emerald, sapphire and amber brighten up our eyes. Hair swings like twigs and shines like gold and bronze. Sunset stretches over and over again like a multiple orgasm coming in waves and surprisingly returning while fading away until birches finally swallow the latest gasp of light.

I love anything and anyone that comes across my wandering thoughts relentlessly, blissful sensation. Just as sun blinds if gazed at too directly, love could set fire to my mind. Yet I take steps and feel each moment bringing me closer to beauty and peace, I leave fear and embrace love fully and I fall safely into fluffy angels wings like the gentle pink clouds. After a frantic summer marked by exhilarated senses, shared feasts and nightless dreams, autumn leaves us hollow. Hopefully vacuum is space for love fed by many summer discoveries.

I love hard and strong and if I fall and break, when I am healed the scar will remind me that pain vanishes soon but confidence lasts a lifetime. I don’t hold back and let each sun drop feed more energy, and I sink deeper into universal love. I carefully tie memories to the nightingales, blackberry bushes and woodshed in order to cherish them in the midst of the long winter. I weave colors, smells and feelings so that I cling on them when I am desperately cold and hopelessly lost in the black night. Thousand morning frostbites shape the northern child into a passionate strong heart.


Sep 24, 2013


I would like to show how to read news both critically and positively. 
1. Critically because even a long article from a serious source is usually only one side of a story. So reading comments from various people is enlightening as they point various flaws, add missing information and correct baseless assumptions.
2. Positively because it is easy to feel helpless while submerged by catastrophes, injustices and abuse that are so widespread in the human world. It is also easier to judge wrongdoers and point blaming fingers rather than actively searching for a solution. Implementing baby steps to support the vision of the world you want to see is what matters.

According to this article, lack of play is turning children into low-empathy narcissists with stunted creativity.
The author links the decrease of children freedom to the observed increase in mental disorders like depression and suicides in the second half of 20th century. The biggest lesson I want to remember is that actively teaching something to children is not desirable. Rather children should be encouraged to learn by themselves, mostly through play. Children need mentors rather than teachers, and learn from example rather than punishment and fear.

The next link is both very upsetting and puzzling. My feelings switched from horror to anger when reading the physical and psychological torture that some prisoners endure right now in Russia.
A glimpse into the comments put back the emotions into the broader picture of human rights’ violations which aren’t really limited to Russia. Unfortunately news about USA jails depicted as sweat shops and recent stories of whistle blowers being incarcerated for life have not really left any hope that the ”West” is actually fighting for freedom. 
Hence blaming Russia and asking or a boycott of business relations or the Olympic Games (as was suggested due to serious attack against homosexual people) jump to mind, but is this really efficient? Aren’t ordinary peaceful citizens unnecessarily deprived by such actions? 
China is the most populated dictator state in the world; it executes many human beings regularly, forbids freedom, pollutes heavily the atmosphere that we all share and breathe from and is well known for widespread animal abuse. Yet the computer I’m writing with now is probably mostly made in China, just as so many of our everyday objects.

I can easily refuse to buy a TV made in China to watch the Russian Olympic Games sponsored by sport brands that have their clothes & shoes made in Bangladeshi factories. Instead I’ll walk the forest and pick wild food or play with friends.