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The Hunter Philosophy

Sometimes … when I read poetry … out there … well here too … I think … POETRY SHOULD HAVE A PLACE IN EVERY SCHOOL … I have always advocated for philosophy as a base subject.


The more technic take place – in our life – the more philosophy we need … is my mantra.


I still believe that!

Poetry … inspire for interpretations … challenge the readers in many ways … explore feelings … other persons feelings … helps to change perspective … may strengthen ability for empathy … most needed in the harsh sometimes very hostile social world … not to forget in social medias …

How romantic and safe wasn’t my life as young … now it seems to be the opposite for young people. Even when it comes to equality between girls and boys. It’s worse now and this is so sad.

Is it about hunting or beeing hunted. As young I loved beeing hunted by boys. It was so innocent and so beautiful. Exploring each other in a way. Life schooling for relations and love.
At the same time I knew more about boys than girls because for me it was much more interesting being with boys than girls. Climbing trees, playing football, sneaking in to other gardens picking fruits … and I was very good at slingshots … playing with dolls wasn’t my kind at all, not girls ‘backtalking’ either. I like the straight … and I found boys much more straight. Always have.
I am still amazed that my parents let me be my personality. My dad bought me football boots with studs. He went to every basket game I played in. My mother sewed jeans and caps for me mostly.  Sometimes also dresses – me and my sisters – looking so nice in same cloth. My mother even sew dresses to the princesses of Sweden before her marriage.

Mina gamla klänningar som mamma sytt

Dresses I have saved with much love. Dresses my granddaughters also have used.


I’m … writing my thinking … that’s why it takes some odd ways … and I like that. That’s being alive … lively …thinking … about the tiny and great … close and far away …

Back to where I started thinking today ….Inspired by … The Hunter tanka … I respond …

I’m also out hunting
dressed in philosophy
and questions
my belt has many pockets
one secret – only for you

BW - The Belt - I want I want!


Rose Spoke Poetry

roses of dreams
not only for buzzing bees
for me too


… popped up in my head on the way between Carpe Diem and B_ live. Now I see how wonderful that sounds. ”Seize the day & Be live”. Well, I was both live and alive in my lively head. No emptiness there.
But however I would very much like to praise emptiness. I find it a strong ‘existence’ – life philosophically. Also like ‘a must’ to reflect about.
I have some favorite words. One is ‘beyond’ and the others sound better in Swedish than in English – sorry for that. I even founded up a new – I think – English word to suit what I wanted to express. Favorit nr one is ‘annorlunda’ and in English it would be different or otherwise but they are absolutely to simple!!!! ‘Differwisely’ would be much better. I love ‘differwisely’ people! Have always done. They are fascinating and exciting. They have great and exciting minds. I get so curious. Watching from a distance or I involve. Depends on …

Why did I end up in my pearly words? …. searching for the thread … ah emptiness … I think ‘differwisely’ people sometimes/often feel emptiness … about the outside world … from the lack of understanding surrounding them. Never inside their minds. Some of them doesn’t bother at all. Some are just lost in our world.

people as poetry
when lines telling the story
about roses and thorns

When living in the Emirates I got to know a lot of people. Some Persian. One was a tennis player and he liked my way of swimming and wanted me to teach him to swim and he offered to teach me tennis. Another one was a film maker. He wanted me to see his film … I was so innocent and a naiv Swedish young woman at that time. I’m glad I got me out from that situation. I’m not stupid thanks … who should I thank when I have no god? My parents and my upbringings of course!

like a film
some in vivid colors – some black
with no roses

At that time I hadn’t discovered poetry.
Ha ha … now I remembered the surfer in Abu Dhabi … that was really a funny story … my son had to call for me … I disappeared out in the Arabian Sea … which Persians of course call Persian sea.

gems of sand
singing poetry – in sea
a rose listens


Don’t buy me red roses!
If roses – just
Rose roses.


Abu Dhabi
My son out teaching his dad how to surf.

Daughters in Persian - Arabian Sea
My daughters in Persian Sea.

Carpe Diem: #1165 Roses.


Memorable Kiss

I also want to see Matsuo Basho as my master of haiku.

a day of quiet gladness,
Mount Fuji is veiled
In misty rain.    © Basho

I have had this kind of day today – a day of gladness – together with my oldest grandchild. Not exactly quiet but in great and deep confidence about life and sharing. Talking about important issues and feelings. In connection characterized by love and understanding. The most important life values I can imagine. How thankful I can be – and I am.
Everybody reflect about the question:
What’s the meaning of life?
My answer is:
To raise children who takes (very) good care of their – also other’s –  children and raise them to good and caring humans.
… oh my wonderful grandchildren … oh my dear children … you have done so well!
above all tops
no mountain can reach – true
humanity to find
I have my two worlds and I am so thankful for them. My roots in Sweden – so very deep – I can follow back when starting the records – early 1600. And my step out into the gem of Europe – center of culture and performing arts – a ”melting pot of all people” – as I see Budapest in Hungary. As you know I find people outstanding the most interesting .. and in Budapest I can mingle anonymously as much as I ever want. I love it! I appreciate it so much. Soon I will take off again! Lots of events planned.
But … I think you would never guess where in our world I would like to move if I could have my inner wish come true …. Try! … You have a chance to guess now.
dear mountain
keeping a mother’s deepest
of all truth
… and I promise my warmest hug and a memorable kiss for the right answer!
The Pink Dragonfly by me

Carpe Diem: #1141 Japan, the journey begins.


Barns Rätt

Jag blev så nedstämd av nyheterna idag. All energi bara rann ur mig. Jag känner en sådan stor sorg. Jag fattar inte hur sådant kan ske! Hur är sådana funtade! Och jag tänker framförallt på de stackars barnen. Jag tänker också på de poliser som ska utreda. Hur bara klarar man den uppgiften! Det känns som att jag är förlamad.

Trots fruktansvärda nyheter …

barn har rätt – till
trygghet och vuxnas goda omsorger
ovillkorligt

… måste livet gå vidare.
Men jag önskar att SVTplay inte hade fungerat idag.

Statue on Castle Area Budapest

Skrivpuff: Trots.
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BW - St Stephan Cathedral Budapest

A Quiet Watcher

This day – the day before Christmas Eve – we use(d) to call ”Little Christmas Eve”. We tasted the Christmas food. We were allowed to open one present. We had a really cosy evening. That’s how it was. Seems so long ago just now. I  kept this tradition when I had my own family. We even celebrated once in a dry riverbed in the desert in United Arab Emirates. 1983 I think. Now is a different time. ”Yesterday is dead and gone” as Kris Kristoferson sings. My daughters doesn’t eat meat or celebrate Christmas. My son thinks otherwise. More like me.

circumstances
made christmas dead and gone
empty seats

Since I’m not a believer I don’t celebrate Christmas but I like some traditions. Like spending time together with my family. So I miss that now. Very much.

Some day I will bring my grandchildren to experience the Nutcracker in Budapest. Some day!
Today I went to an contemporary dance performance for children. It was just so very great!

air filled
bubbles of children’s emotions
cracking event

I can also go to church at special occasions – just to watch the rituals people are busy with. As behaviorist I’m very interested – all the time – in people’s behavior and everyday life wherever I am. I’m a quiet watcher.

But not ”quiet” about everyday life relating to politics. Consequences of bad politics I want to highlight. Sometimes also the good. I like to compare Sweden and Hungary as I think they are opposites in EU. I find it interesting to follow. Observe.

dedication
children’s welfare and schooling
my life

I think – maybe – it has been a lot about me personally lately. Sometimes it happens. And that’s ok for me – here.

I have had Bach in the background but tonight I’m afraid he didn’t engage me very much.

finally
a red heavy glass of wine
tasting your kiss
full bodied as usual
how lucky I am

Carpe Diem: #1105 Christmas Oratorio:
Cantata #1 BWV 248 – Mov. 1/9 by J.S. Bach.


I think this entry works better with:

Carpe Diem: Seven Days Before Christmas 2016 #7
Twas The Night Before Christmas.


I will make another for Bach 🙂

MÜPA Budapest

Cracking Nut Cracker

Today I went to see the Nutcracker. This was a special performance for children in Budapest. It was performed as contemporary dance and the child perspective was obvious. I enjoyed so much. Think I have never seen something like this. It was just great and I could feel all kinds of emotions in the air. The kids were all swallowed up by the performance – end we grown ups too. At a few occasions the audience was involved. The children especially liked the snow ball war with the actors.
Oh how I would like to bring my grandchildren to see this.

cracking
five empty seats
and mine

Snow ball war – I picked up my iPhone to shoot.

Nut Cracker, MÜPA, Budapest

Wonderful dancers!!!! Szeged Contemporary Dance Co.Nut Cracker, MÜPA, Budapest

Outside MÜPA –  the building that changes colors – you also can skate nowadays. See top photo.

Daly Prompt: Discover.

The Glass House, Budapest

Viktoria Halleluja

In Budapest there are always a lot of culture events and performances going on. Both with famous artists and artists to be. In city center there is ”The Glass House” where not so famous artists take the scene and perform. I  often go there. Some days ago it was time for children and I recorded. Viktoria sang Halleluja so beautifully – I think.

children’s voices
tend to fill the christmas air
with carols

 Carpe Diem: Seven Days Before Christmas 2016
#3 Christmas Carols.

Tången

My House of Yen Pleasure & Desire

I wrote this 2011-01-16 in another blog for a challenge about house. The challenge was to write about a house of pleasure … perhaps desire or yen would be better to use … I don’t know. But I know all three can be used and together about the house I choose. Bespoke.

Ett hus med mycket lust för mig är detta huset. Väldigt mycket lust! Jag älskade att vara på “Tången” som jag kallade det fast det egentligen heter GRÄVLINGTÅNGE. Så länge jag kan minnas var jag hos min faster och farbror så fort jag kunde. Från innan jag börjar skolan och sedan alla skollov.

Egentligen är detta huset skomakarbostället till en stor skogsgård men mangårdsbyggnaden finns inte kvar. Min farbror skötte skogen med mycket stor omsorg och jag har både kvistat och barkat stockar.

1750 – Hemmansägare och nämndeman Gumme Persson ägde gården. Han kallades också för Gumme Gräfling. Nu vet jag att Gumme Persson är farmors morfars mormors far. Jag släktforskar ju.

Här sitter jag Sickan (riesenschnauzer), min faster och farbror i “Lövsalen” och fikar. Jag tror jag är 9-10 år.

tangen_fika

Här sitter jag på stenmuren i min egen “lekstuga” med riktiga pinaler. Sickan vaktar förstås. Denna bilden finns med i en bok om lekstugor. Det var nämligen så att den författaren hittade min bild på Internet och ville ha den med i sin bok om lekstugor. Jag kan berätta att min lekstuga är den enklaste av alla i boken men för mig den mysigaste.

Tången - Min lekstuga
Här i denna boken är jag med.

Nu syns det inte riktigt på denna bilden men min faster var blomtokig och tog skott överallt och planterade nedanför huset.

tangen1

Här spelar min farbror dragspel efter dagens skogsarbete. Jag håller en kattunge i famnen – kanske är det min Jeppe. Min storasyster var på besök denna dag och Sickan är också med. Jag har alltid älskat djur. Hemma i Växjö fick jag inte ha djur men på Tången fanns häst, kor kalvar, får, lamm, höns, katter och Sickan samt sköldpaddan Lukas.

Tången -

Det finns inget ställe i världen som fyller mig med sådan lust och värme – kärlek – som Tången. Det är det självklara lusthuset för mig.

Min forskning om GRÄVLINGTÅNGE.

Min farbror Henning var pappas närmast äldre bror bland sju bröder. Henning och Annalisa fick inga egna barn men för mig var de lika kära som mina biologiska föräldrar. Jag är mycket präglad av min tid på Tången.

Min faster och farbror sålde sin skogsgård när de blev äldre. En av de angränsande lantgårdarna köpte upp den. Där bodde min bästa kompis från den tiden. Nu är det hennes yngre syster som äger gården – tillika mamma till en mycket känd och duktig sångerska – Charlotte Perelli. Jag vet att Charlotte berättade om Grävlingetånge när hon var sommarvärd i radio. (Winner of European Music Contest 1999).
Nu är själva huset dock avstyckat från skogsfastigheten och fick nya ägare från Malmö som hittade mina skriverier om Grävlingetånge på Internet och bjöd mig att besöka dem när jag var i trakten. Grävlingetånge finns i Linneryds socken numera Tingsryds kommun i Småland, Värend, Kronobergs län. Mina rötter kan jag följa bakåt till 1600-talet.

Denna bilden på skogen har jag tagit för några år sedan när vi körde igenom den.

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Jag är glad för att jag fick tillfälle att skriva denna hyllning och kärleksförklaring.

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