photography, poetry

Killing me softly (Gogyohka)


Killing me softlyGogyohka: A 5 line Japanese micro-poetry form

I love the song “Killing me softly”, originally composed by Charles Fox. I came to know the song by the version Lauren Hill did, and it had a huge impact on my life. A very special blogger friend, Sibella, from Arts & Rhymes, recently posted a You tube video of the song, and it made me remember an experience I had 10 years ago. My husband and I had recently left an arts team we were working with. We were on our way to Argentina for my husband to do a course in journalism. Before leaving Brazil, I had some questions about my life and future. I prayed and asked God about it and this song came to mind. I didn’t remember the lyrics at the time, but the next day I heard a friend humming the same tune while listening to her mp3 player. I asked to listen to it so I could hear the lyrics.

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his songs
Killing me softly with his songs
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his songs

Now, 10 years later, after hearing that song again, I had a type of revelation. I really feel like that is exactly what these last 10 years have been for me. Losing pride, discovering myself, finding my identity, firming my faith, dying to ego and the need to be known for what I can do. Shaping and establishing my world-view on a much deeper level.

Killing isn’t something we associate with good. Dying isn’t something that anyone wishes to experience. The funny thing though, is that in all of this killing and dying, I’ve never felt so alive and content. As if the opposite has happened.

Have you ever had a song profoundly affect you? If so, share your story šŸ™‚


I would just like to share a photo of my cute new little puppy, Benny. He gives me heck when I sit down to work, so I’ve succumbed to putting an old cushion next to my computer for him to be close to me. Hahahahaha. I love him to pieces.

benny computer

mixed media, poetry

Identity


Identity

Identity:

  • TheĀ conditionĀ ofĀ beingĀ oneself,Ā andĀ notĀ another
  • ConditionĀ orĀ characterĀ asĀ toĀ whoĀ aĀ personĀ is
  • The set of behavioural or personal characteristics by which an individual is recognizable
  • theĀ fact of being who or what a person or thing is
  • Characteristics, definition, defining oneself

Thinking back to how I used to be, and pondering all of what I’ve gone through, I consider myself nothing less than a miracle. The need for the sense of identity is very important to human beings, both on an individual and social level. My identity was so lost and confused in the past, but God has brought me through so much.

I love the passage in the Bible where God calls a prophet to choose a new King. The prophet went to the house of a certain man who had seven sons. When he saw the biggest and strongest son, he thought definitely he was to be the new king. God told him ‘no’. In fact, the answer was no for every one of the sons that this man had presented to the prophet. He then asked the man if he had any other sons, and he said that there was one more, but he was out in the fields tending the sheep. A very humble position at best, for that day and age. When the prophet saw this son, right then and there God said, “That’s the one”. God wasn’t looking at his outer appearance. He was looking at his heart. I love that.

Today, I am comfortable in my own skin. I am sure of my identity, and of what is expected of me. I know that what really matters is how God sees me, and He knows my heart. And He should. His finger prints can be found all over it.

Where, or in what do find your identity? Are you comfortable in your own skin, and secure in who you are as an individual and within a group?

mixed media, poetry

Eternity in her heart


Eternity in her heart 2

There is a verse in the book, ‘Ecclesiastes’ that says, “It is beautiful how God has done everything at the right time. He has put a sense of eternity in peopleā€™s minds. Yet, mortals still canā€™t grasp what God is doing from the beginning to the endĀ of time.”

I believe in eternity, and that there is more to existence then just time and space. More than just the material and physical. More than just the few years we have here.

What do you think? Do you believe in eternity? That there is something beyond our life experiences?


I am back. After a week and a half with very little internet access, I am so happyĀ to be home. How did we ever live without the internet? Hahaha. I’m looking forward to catching up in the blogosphere.Ā 

The above piece was inspired by a piece I found on pinterest. I am very proud of it and can’t believe that I created it. It turned out perfect for what I had in mind.

Culture, Poem

Heart Ticks


Heart Ticks

I was watching a Ted Talk on Youtube late one night a couple of weeks ago. Paul Morgan was the speaker and his topic was, ā€œHow postmodern humans can wake up and find their groove.ā€ There were a number of different things he said that really impacted me, such as:

–We live in a culture that nourishes distractions.

–The world weā€™re heading towards is of social and ecological chaos.

–A place without nature, eating food out of machines (like The Jetsons)

–A world full of high-tech stuff without a decent planet to put it on.

He said that we needed to start putting an emphasis on ā€˜being moreā€™, instead of ā€˜buying moreā€™ (really becoming happy not working hard, and then eating pills to become happy).

When I started to write this poem, I didnā€™t know where I was going with it. However, as I progressed with it, I knew I wanted to touch on this subject of depression and modern culture.

What do you think about Paul Morganā€™s words? Do you agree, or disagree with what he said? Do you believe that a lot of the reason we are seeing an epidemic of depression is because of working too hard, aquiring too many things (hoping that theyā€™ll bring happiness), and a falling away from values that were held in high regard in the past, especially during pre-indrustrial times (community, hospitality, etc.)?

Culture, Poem

The Quiet Journey (Monotetra)


The Quiet Journey

Do you think of life as a journey? I do. If I look back to how my childhood was, and then my adolescence and youth, and right up until now, I can easily see that my life has been a journey. The experiences I’ve had. The ups and downs. The joys and pains. The good decisions and the bad, as well as the consequences that came with them. I’ve suffered a lot, and I’ve experienced great joy and peace. I’ve thought a lot and grappled with my world-view. God willing, I still have a good number of years ahead of me, so I know that this journey continues. I’m very thankful that I don’t walk it alone, and that I am constantly learning and growing. I know that the phase, or season that I am currently living will come to an end, and mesh into the beginning of the next phase or season. And when my life comes to an end – well – that’s just the beginning to a whole new phase.

Do you think of your life as a journey? Have you considered how your experiences and choices have shaped you into who you are today? Would love to know what you’ve learned throughout your journey, and how you’ve reacted to it.

The above poem is a Monotetra, which is a form that is made up of four lines in a stanza, each line being eight syllables long and each line rhyming. The last line in a stanza is a couplet of four syllables repeated. This is also in response to “The Reverie Journal’s weekly prompt, which this is week was “Quiet Journey”.

Poem, Spiritual

A Child’s Faith


A Child's Faith

The faith of a child
Knowing Heā€™s in full control
Resting securely

To be like a child
No longer doubting His word
Great measure of trust

My child-like longing
Cocooned snug in His presence
Leaving lies behind

Do you Ā ever get confused when it comes to philosophy and worldview? I do.

I’m not saying that I’m doubting my faith. Nor am I struggling with what I believe. I would never leave the one who set me free and gave me meaning.

I will never understand it all – The world, philosophies, ideas and so on. I get confused. Unable to be still and at peace. When that happens, I need to just come back to what I know, leave things in the hands of my more-than-competent creator, and realize that I am an individual – unique, cherished, precious, lovely – in the eyes of He who carefully crafted me and breathed life into my being.

Oh to be like a child.

Do you ever get confused with the myriad of ideas and philosophies floating around out there?