Thursday, August 06, 2009

BLOGGING MY WAY IN A MINE FIELD



Blogger My reasons for blogging in English are mixed. I want to write in English so I don't forget all I learned in school two life times ago. Reading is easy, thinking and writing is quite different. I also like to learn to know people from different cultures and values than my one. Being a Christian I find it interesting to learn how people on other continents are thinking and worshiping.
My dad used to teach me that in Our Father's Mansions there are many rooms. Guess I'd like to be acquainted with some of the people I'm hopefully going to meet on the other shore. I has been an interesting journey.

Most people have been polite and expressed their opinions highly and freely. Marvelous.
We all love our countries.

Some, more than others, seems to mean they are entitled to pass judgments on cultures and political systems they are hopelessly ignorant about. To be frank; that pisses me off. I'm fine with listening and learning. Pay respect and expect ditto, that should not be to hard to do, even for self righteouslies. I remember asking my daughter a couple of years ago, when I understood there were big differences in thinking and opinions. She came in and flipped a Coca Cola cork bottoms up. "Show them who you are" were the words of wisdom. I've let that be my policy. Where has it lead me? I've found genuine, sweet, loving, artistic, brave, honest, hardworking, intelligent people in three continents. I've been enriched, and hopefully somewhat wiser. Amrita has taught me a whole specter of rich Indian rainbow. She lives as she talks and wow, has she got wisdom and insight. Lidj has opened doors to her country as well as to her heart. I'm forever grateful and impressed. Robin has taught me a lot about the cradle of our belief and culture; Israel. The land God gave the Jews. Terry, my bestest ,has through her life and words revealed depths of Christian love I seldom see. Saija, Debbie and I share pieces of mutual background and culture. It has be so wonderful to experience how important roots and background are, and how the positively are building an identity, a ground wall for life. And there are Catholics, Jews, atheists, searchers, Methodists, Anglicans, Baptists and Pentecostals alike, politically ranging from blue/black to pink (in the broadest sense). How intriguing to try out if this variety of people can respect each others pluralism! Indeed I will go on blogging. I need getting more wisdom. I also have my own place to speak freely out when I feel the ugly smell of censorship.
Well, to quote father Shakespeare; "My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go." At least I know where I am headed and why!



PILGRIM CHAPTER 33

See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans
Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile
Once he had a future full of money, love and dreams
Which he spent like they was going out of style

And he keeps right on a changin' for the better or the worse
And searchin' for a shrine he's never found
Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse
Or if the going up is worth to coming down

He's a poet, he's a picker, he's a prophet, he's a pusher
He's a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he's stoned
He's a walking contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction
Taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home

He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars
And he's traded in tomorrow for today
Runnin' from the devil Lord and reachin' for the stars
And losin' all he loved along the way

But if this world keeps right on turning for the better or the worse
All he ever gets is older and around
From the rocking of the cradle to the rolling of the hearse
The going up was worth the coming down

He's a poet, he's a picker, he's a prophet, he's a pusher
He's a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he's stoned
He's a walking contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction
Taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home
There's a lot of wrong directions on that lonely way back home

Kris Kristofferson

6 comments:

Crown of Beauty said...

My dear friend,
There is always something in your posts that moves me to tears, I can't explain what it is.

Something so deep, something that I know in my heart is coming not from this physical world.

You have such a depth in you dear Felisol, did you know that?

The poetry you quote in your posts are always so appropriate, and the words spoken in very fine English, who would have known it wasn't your native tongue? A few misspelled words here and there doesn't even matter...it is the sharing of your heart so openly that touches my heart.

Yes, I too am grateful for blogging for it has led me across continents I would never otherwise reach or cultures and personal lives I would never know existed. Like yours.

Thank you for deciding to continue with this blog. It is such a treasure chest, on any day I visit, I never know what gem awaits me.

Somehow, when I read your post today and saw your beautiful pictures, showing you in a pensive, thoughtful mood, I remembered one of my favorite authors. I haven't read all his works, in fact only one, and it doesn't seem to appear in his list of works anymore.

His name is Walter Wangerin, and the book written by him which I "enjoyed" was entitled LAMENT FOR A SON, about his feelings of grief after he lost a son.

You may want to visit his site at

http://walterwangerinjr.org/new_web/index.php

There is a current commentary there entitled "Standing At The Door of Heaven" which you can read and see just how deeply his words can touch your heart.

THank you for this very transparent post, dear Felisol.

Love
Lidj

Annie said...

Dear Elise,

I believe you reached the heart of many of us here. You words resonate with truth. I was so relieved when I reached the end and read that you were going to continue to blog. I would have missed you terribly.

Love
Annie

Felisol said...

Thank you.
You know I love you, both of you.
From Felisol

Mrs. Mac said...

Your post was very moving and from the heart. Not knowing what 'sparked' your post 'blogging my way in a mine field' .. I can only guess that someone has offended you in a comment .. I am glad you will continue to blog .. don't let anyone get 'to you' or get you discouraged. You are a very strong of faith woman that has much to offer from your beautiful part of the planet. I actually enjoy reading your English and am glad that you plan on 'exercising your writing skills' in your second (or third ??) language. Beyond one's native language ... is the language from the heart that is universal. Hugs from me.

Cathy

John Cowart said...

Hi Felisol,
Your posts and pictures and poems brighten a wide world.
John

Amrita said...

It was your unique name which drew me to your blog Felisol and also your direct and thoughful comments on Will Greenleaf 's blog. I said to myself I must visit this lady.
And when you started visitng me and encouraged me so much I was blessed , I still remember some of your comments about building self confidence.

I am so glad you are blogging and that too in Englsh.

Your english is beautiful and so poetic as your pictures.

Serina....good girl is right.

Hugs to you.