All Things at the Same Time

The last few weeks have been hectic. A lot has happened to propel life in the right direction. It has been forceful and not without conflict. But it have resulted in substantial progress. I am left with the feeling that everything now seems to happen at once.

First off: job related I may soon begin an official employment as a writer for a a muncipal media group. This group produces material about things related to social psychiatry. I have already begun a time of trial at working for a paper which circulates locally. This has lead to me already producing a few articles which are published in the current issue.

In paralell to this I have gotten accepted to studying the history of human rights at a local university. I had to make a case why I due to illness hadn't had the opportunity to study to gain a standard acceptance to higher studies, at the same time while I referenced material proving my ability to have gained competence outside of the current study system. The feeling to have been accepted - to have 'won' is amazing. I still haven't quite understood it, even though I have already begun and am reading the course litterature as we speak.

This isn't all though. There are many more things which I could write about. I could go on about the local chapter of the green's, or about my music, or the wonderful gift I received from Cottage Garden Studio's. But those things will have to rest for now. As I should try to do myself, all while I get used to all these new things which seems to demand my attention.

With eyes of those Yet to be Born

I spoke at a protest rally this weekend for human rights. A rally which I also helped plan. At the rally I spoke about how society has forgotten solidarity and the growing mistreatment by government bodies of to those dependent on welfare and of those that are asylum-seekers.

After the manifestation we gathered at a café run by a local Christian church. A well known poet in Sweden; Bengt Berg, read some of his work. While he read his poetry, another man translated. The people at the rally and at the café were mostly middle-eastern of origin. I remember the faces of the women there. They were full of life. Proud. Some wore Hijab, some didn't.

Bengt Berg also recited a passage in which the latin-american poet Otto René Castillo encouraged us to "view life with eyes of those who have yet to be born." That this would give us the inspiration to create a better world with care for each other and the nature which sustains us.

Later he gave me that same book.

Today I am thinking about compassion. I am reading a text at the newly founded Charter for Compassion and seeing it as parts of a larger whole. As I do with the the cause of the rally. All initiatives small or large have the potential to point towards values and a world beyond our present. This is some of the beauty there is to it.