me

Proppfylld med Tankar

När jag vaknade idag … eller kanske precis innan … tänkte jag …

in my dreams you are real

… och sedan tänkte jag …

in reality you are a fake

… aha!
Hur ska jag tänka omkring detta då!?
Kan jag få ihop det det till en smidig haiku?

Klockan hade inte ens ringt. Jag vaknade 10 minuter för alarmet. Mitt alarm var en tanke som dök upp. Ungefär som en delfin i strömlinjehopp upp genom havsytan … som skjuten ur en kanon från djupet.

thinking about
you are real in my dreams – in reality
you are a fake

Jag älskar att skriva tankar … för att sedan titta på dem … och möjligen … förhoppningsfullt … tänka mer omkring dem … När någon lägger till sin tanke … om min tanke … är det toppen!
Jag älskar filosofi! … det har blivit ett av mina stora intressen numera … filosofi är ju proppfyllt med tankar … hur underbart är inte det!

Kommande vecka innehåller två filosofiaftnar … minst … how wonderful isn’t life!

blogfia - the pensive mood - blogfia tänker och funderar

Daily Prompt: Möjlig.

A Fountain of Questions

I was in good time. Didn’t forget anything … so far … noticed … I had problem about how to dress for the journey. That’s because I travel with only handbagage and no suitcase to check in. Some things are more important than other. Like my Canon, my Mac and their need. And today also …

in your eyes
a picture of you – exposed
a jiffy childhood

… a pair of high heel boots. Bought in Budapest. My feet are very picky and it’s more difficult and much more expensive to find back home.

After some hundreds of deep quiet sighs I’m finally on the airplane … sitting beside a very handsome young man … with a great inviting smile … and wow …

trigger trembling
viewfinder fighting – target
turn on the music

… now I am in trouble … and a lot of thoughts appear … I turn on my spotify list and shut my eyes … but cannot help glancing now and then at ….

caring arms
dressed in dark charm – feelers
how thrillingly

… now my sister would smile … cause she know … I smile too … and now I think of … coming closer now … sex-gender-harassment …
I know more about harassment towards females … but what about males?

Now I will be clear … right on the point! … but mind … about this there are a lot of ‘if’s …. a whole lot of! … perhaps I should call this entry … The ‘if’ challenge?

Point: I think men’s dark hairy arms are sexy … especially dressed in ‘just enough rolled up white shirt’ … this man had very sexy arms … indeed!
I almost wanted to tell him how sexy arms he had … it was then I turned on my music in my earphones … and got a lot of questions in my mind …

… about when is it sex harassment? Can it be about arms?
If … I say to him … Nice arms you have!
If … I say to him … You have sexy arms!
If … I say to him … Wow I love your sexy arms!

… or does sex harassment has to point gender characteristics … like tits, butts, pussy, cock, dong, penis …

Think I am doing some good work here … broadening debate about men and their sex appeal … for women 😉
I think … men think … their broad shoulders are sexy – but no!

Of course one essential question is … why should I say anything to him … I didn’t of course … !!! … just thinking … wondering how he would react …. think that’s what I am curious about.

How would a man react? …. We know too little about that, I think. I would certainly have liked to talk about it with the man … talked about reactions and situations, sex and gender … without intention of any doings in that field … but that could be nice too of course …

You know … that I am … ‘writing my thinking’ … but in this case I also would like …. ‘talking my thinking’ …

sitting beside
you attractive man – music
my hide-away

Carpe Diem: #1170 fountain.

Never underestimate!

Got it!

Stop it! – Fair Service

fountain of feelings
a hit right into heart center
children too worthy

Well that’s what happened today! I just have to write about it. I bursted out like the most powerful fountain with hundres of jets. Just saying!

I had my walk in sadness today – like always – last day here – before I go back home – there. But in less than a month I will be back in – home here – again. That’s a small kind of comfort … very small though.

you beloved
city in center of all – culture
dearest in life

Well well … a wonderful day with sun and blue sky … in a long long walk … from one end to the other and also som curves here and there … when walking towards Liberty Bridge on a very busy street …. suddenly I see a man hitting his son … I couldn’t believe it! Then he hit him again … and so hard and furious. It was a family with four children. Youngest in a troller with the mum. I went up to the dad while he was hitting his son and I shouted:

-Stop it! Stop it!

The man looked at me and turned his back and walked away. One of the younger sons looked at me with astonished and large eyes. They all sneaked away but I took time to tell the dad that it was very very bad behavior. I was so angry! No one else reacted!

After a while … still thinking about the situation … I regret I didn’t ask the hitted boy if he was ok. Probably I too had been hit if done …

children
outstanding – most precious
our future

People are often cowards and fail in situations … I have experienced that myself … once in Naples, Italy … in daylight on a busy pavement … I was robbed … he pushed me forward and at the same time hold my arm … tore off my watch … ran away … I screamed … not a soul did a thing … that feeling … I will never forget … so I don’t like Italy … but had a nice time living with Saint Bridget (Birgitta) Systers both in Rome and Naples. That was a really memorable experience living with the Sisters. (Saint Birgitta) Sorry I couldn’t find a link to the Brigida house up on the hills above Naples – with spectacular view over city and Etna.

I could have written about the wonderful fountain on Margit Island. The dancing fountain.

drops of steps
actor in bewildering jets – true
art of balance

Carpe Diem: #1170 fountain.

What's a woman

When you go low - I go higher!

Love You

so happy for
your response – last entry
all about a fake visitor

Skrivpuff: Iakttagelser.

When You go Low

How interesting Kristjaan! I think I wrote the existentialist way in my last Carpe Diem post 😉 … and my favorit in this field is Sören Kierkegaard – the Danish philosopher. He was christian though and I am not captured by any religion. He was wise, I think. About nature … he didn’t think humans were one with the nature. He thought humans relate to nature. I think like that too. And as written before … humans … every man and woman … is their actions. They are NOT their characteristics … like skin color, religion, ethnic group, ….

the naked you
dressed in camouflage
a snake in paradise

Talking about philosophy like this … you must be a sincere human … not a fake one … Fakes are not worthy talking philosophy. Fakes have lost their confidence! That’s a fact!
Honesty goes with philosophy – life philosophy – the ethical way – only way.

”Face the facts of being what you are, for that is what changes what you are.”
Soren Kierkegaard

Being ones actions … aiming the honest and true way … sometimes need apologies … apologies for behavior … cowards don’t … humans do …

Picking a piece from the poem by Rumi … I choose this one … cut a bit …

”We are as pieces of chess engaged in victory and defeat:
our victory and defeat is from …”

when you go low
I always go higher – armed with
strong ethical code

…. and to cheer it up a bit … yesterday I got a photo from one of my grandchildren … so proud … she won in chess and her dad lost … I answered I knew she would win … the smart and clever … honest way … ❤ … she is my Golden Heart ❤ …

Flute … when so beautiful it feels right into the soul … the beauty of sincerity …

”Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.”
Soren Kierkegaard

Carpe Diem: #1168 Flute.

Passion – The Funny Way

Today – when watching musicians – I thought about passion. Does passion show in every musicians? I wondered about and pictured – like a film playing in mind – a lot of different musicians in different kinds of music. And in my head of course also dancers are moving around while thinking of passion … and music …

like a violin string
played – dancers move
in true passion
capturing the most inner
feelings to express

… I love so much passion … expressed through arts … performing arts … I love it so much it almost hurts … somewhere inside. The true artist … always shows a great power of passion … They become ‘one’ with their instrument … which for a dancer is the body … for the … orchestra conductor also body and his wand.

And I think a dancer with great passion also finds music inside his/her body … and knows how to transform it into dancing …

I get passionate … only by thinking about this passion …

a blue flower
picked the passing wind
playing music

Talking about passion … can also be made the funny way …

Carpe Diem: #1167 The Dancer.

There is ONE thing …

Behind a coward man – there is a stronger woman. Ready to put things right. I think this is rather common in society.
Of course there also is the opposite.

People will never make me lose interest – for humans. And we all share our mother – Earth. There is no life without people. But! Sadly and probably life would be better for Earth without humans.
You know – humans is my favorit subject – has always been. Written a lot about it before.

In my view … every man and woman … every child … boy and girl … are pieces. A lot of pieces! Really a lot.
I just put the pieces together!

piece by piece
put together – makes
the picture of you

That’s my life challenge.
-It was my challenge working with children and youth as teacher. These special children and youngsters demanding so much more …being more vivid … than the mainstream. I loved it! I really loved – working with these growing humans. At the same time I hated the school system – the political side.
-It was my challenge as lecturer as well – working with special teachers to be.
-It is my challenge in life.

I am well trained during life experiences. Also life long education of course. Did never end taking university courses. In the end I choose distant. I rely on … and trust in … my intuition. Don’t know any time it failed. I have lots of doubts on the way … necessary doubts … doubts to be removed … and … reset with facts … until then I go on putting the pieces together … one by one … finally the puzzle is complete … for what’s necessary … at that special time …

Being a behaviorist goes so well with life philosophy … and … along with never ending questions. I am so curious!

I’m so curious
I was about you too – now
I am not any longer
left with a sad taste
doubts became the truth

Reality. Just like … ‘facts rule’ … in life. You are your actions. You … yourself … makes the picture of you.
Realizing. That’s how I work. I am watching the situation … from above … when … at the same time … living it. That’s reality!

I love reality … too … 🙂 … it allows me to imagine …

I love to write my thinking … much better on writing it … than talking it … I think …

… and English is challenging me even more … I like that too …

Ps. I love people. I don’t always like their doings and their behavior. There is one thing I despise …
I really despise cowardliness!

Keys for living Life on Earth.

Carpe Diem Namasté, the Spiritual Way #4
keepers of the earth.

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.

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

My dresses Mum made - Now used by granddaughters.

My dresses Mum made - Now used by grandchildren.

Min mamma sydde denna klänning till mig för många många många år sedan. Passar även barnbarnet.

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 …