No hope for humanity, dystopian future, taking a stand.

My project is over, the big one. The one that made me work late 3 nights a week, and Saturdays as well just to get everything done in time. I’ve had the time of my life. I’ve listened to children’s stories in Farsi, Pashto, Dari, Russian, Thai, Somali, French. Also a bit of amazing poetry in French. I’ve enjoyed every moment of this last week. I’ve gotten my hammock up in the garden. Spent all of Sunday afternoon in it, gently swinging and loving the weather, the earth, the nature, humanity and feeling content with life.

Monday morning? Like a fist punched straight into my face. A highfive. In the face. With a skillet. Twice. The great election for EU was held this Sunday. I voted, and I voted goooood. But I did not expect the sombre and sad result that faced me when waking up. How horrible is this future? Political parties that openly suggest Ebola is a workable solution to immigration? That thinks women shouldn’t be allowed to vote? That Homosexuality is something to erase with bans and punishment? That registration of Jews should be done for everyone’s safety? When did this become something to strive for? Where have the progress gone? Where is Rosa Parks and M.L King? Where is Gandhi? Where is anyone? Someone who leads by example, who refuses take the kicks laying down. Where is my white knight to save me from this nightmare? Where is someone who dares to dream of a better tomorrow? Where does the rainbow end?

I love to read my dystopian novels. My sci-fi telling me about a future long since past. About how humanity destroys itself and a few revolutionaries dares to question the corrupt system. About dictatorships and single leaders taking charge when there is no one left to rule. About strife and horror, about finding the single thing that makes you take that one extra step. About people pushing themselves to the limit and beyond for belief of a better tomorrow. The books with the brave and misunderstood, the ones who stick it to the man and get away with it, and in the end turns out to be knights of the heart. People who give their lives for the greatest reason of all. Hope.

Hope for a better tomorrow. Hope for a future worth living. Hope for a place where I can proudly raise my son or daughter to be happy for who they are. Regardless of taste in partners, religious believes, clothing, colour of the eyes, the way their noses look. I want a better future than the one shown today. I want to go to work not knowing that at least 3 people on my bus voted for a Party that tells everyone that different is bad. That what is not the same as you are to be blamed for everything wrong with your life.

I’m taking a stand here. In my pink couch. Sitting in my pyjamas. Bawling my eyes out. I hate you humanity. You suck. You need to get whacked in the face with a history book. Don’t let the history repeat itself. Don’t go gently into that night. Don’t become the hollow men. Don’t let the world end in a whimper. Go out with a bang. A simple act of Random Kindness is good, but not good enough. Take a stand. Say no like Rosa, dream like a King, educate like Gandhi and leave something better behind. Don’t join the dark side, the cookies aren’t real. I’m saying this isn’t the way to go. This is the three steps back. This is the line in the sand. No further. Don’t make it worse. Don’t. Do.

One piece of chaos at the time

Well.. yeah. There is a lot going on right now. Have a huge project at work that takes a lot of hours. It is awesome, and I love it, but at the same time.. I’ve already worked 4 hours more than I should this week, and I’ve still got 2 more days. So I’ll be landing on a 50 hour week. Do you understand why I’m not writing here as much as I would like? When I get home, there is a episode of Masterchef Australia, Love that show, or a couple of chapters from Harry Potter or Dresden Files. When I have a couple of hours free, and the sun is out, I try to do all the other stuff I need to do. Cleaning, laundry, cooking. Having at least some sort of social life. And my garden? Whushh.. That is one big project that needs attention big time.

I need new plants, that thrive in shadow, I need to cut the grass, get rid of all the million little stones from the plums that dropped last year. I need to dig up and get rid of three saplings. I need to.. I need to… Many many projects are screaming for my attention. Many of them deserves to have a lot of time devoted to them. Loads of them I can’t wait to get my hands around. I would love pottering around in my garden for a weekend, I would love to get a chance for another batch of soup, or slow-cooking pot of goulash.. I actually sat until 23 last night getting a frame ready to hang on the wall, and I need to find the time to put that one up, and get my violin strung and hung up as well.. I need to assemble my living room table. I need to unpack those two big boxes filled with my pocket books. I need to find the time to read my two different book-clubs book of the month. I’m already behind on the last one read. And soon I’m going on vacation and who knows how that is going to go. I’m not going to be at home for that part!

But I’m loving every second of it! Who wouldn’t?

All work, and All play

Have I mentioned that I love my work? That I go to the bus every morning with a smile on my face and anticipation in my steps? I don’t know if I can stop talking about it. It gives me so much opportunity to work on things I feel are important, not only for myself put for everyone. Well yes, sometimes there are manual labour tasks, that does bring down brain activity, and there are nights when I work late and it gets to be a bit dull. But then someone asks a question, and suddenly 30 minutes have passed and my co-worker comes stomping around and tells me it’s time to go home, and I find myself running around to keep up with the closing procedure.

Then there are moments when I get to meet people like I did today. Not only a person who I’ve talked to sometimes at the Library, helped with some stuff, and looked at me when I entered the Language Café and told me “I know you, don’t you work at the Library?” and then goes on to tell me about how nice it is that I took the initiative to go there and talks to me for a great while about all the stuff he thinks are possible to do. I then proceed to meet the person responsible for running the Language Café, a pastor, and end up having a 2 hour long conversation about all the positive things regarding multi culture, integration and possibilities to work together. Then I don’t care that I’ll be getting home later than 7 three days in a row. I don’t care that I haven’t gotten enough sleep for a few days (mostly my own fault for trying to read awesome books as well as work all day). Things like this give me so much energy! And apparently, a free dinner.

But yeah, I am tired now. It’s time for bed. But just wanted to tell you a little about the smile on my face, and give you a taste of the sweetness I’ve experienced tonight. And… Tell you about a great song.

Off the grid. Hiatsu. Going of the deep end.

I’ve been away for a few days. Before that, I worked late and got home to tired to write. But I’ve been having so much fun!

I got home yesterday, at nine, and just checked on a few things before turning into bed. Today, well, it’s the same time, but since I checked the most important stuff yesterday… I just feel I’ve got the time for a short post anyway.

I’ve been to Denmark, Copenhagen. I’ve visited castles, and museums. I’ve seen important statues, and less important ones. I’ve been soaking in sun, and drinking both beer and cocktails. I’ve been swimming in the hotel pool, stuffing myself at the breakfast-buffet. I’ve been listening to a great book when waiting for my friend to wake up, and then finding myself huffing and puffing to keep up when walking around the town. I’ve been surprised at the shoddy standard in service at a great and expensive(ish) restaurant, and happy for the great service at an unexpected place.

I’ve seen sharks, and cute Danish boys. I’ve eaten ice-cream and drunk tea late at night. I’ve watched a new movie, and a old one. I’ve revisited a old favourite museum, and a few new ones. I’ve been walking in parks, and trying to remember the names of plants. I’ve been sitting and talking with my friend in the sun, and enjoyed a jacuzzi.

It’s been a great, short, hectic couple of days. I would love to do it again. But not for a few days. My bruises are still visible, my feet still a bit tender, and my wallet thin. My fridge is full as of this evenings emergency-shopping,  as well as my belly thanks to Teapot and her dinner invitation. My bed is inviting and my brain a blissful mix of new ideas and thoughts. Need to land before I run of to the next adventure.

Join me?