Shifting Street Scene

A street scene is never the same with vehicles, people and all types of traffic constantly moving through.

I captured these one morning  – of ‘walkers’ focusing on their health; trishaws ‘tuk-tuk-ing’ on way to a hire, cars whizzing past tooting exercise addicts off the road, bicycles;  bread-vans by which you can set your clock … all changing scenes of our busy street.   Made for an interesting half hour inspired by challenge of Mundane Monday.

However I could not wait for the buffaloes  (Yes … they traverse our road too  each morning on their way to the remaining piece of wetland, and return when the sun sets.

I could not also keep vigil for the 8 ft crocodile that resides in the lake (visible in the background). Mr. Croc tends to float downstream around 2.00 pm.  You  know when he is around because everyone stops to look at him. I too stop almost every time … always marvelling at how he glides through so silently and stealthily with  body partly submerged. Absolutely no ripples to warn of his presence!!

And in case you are wondering, the lake has been fenced off.  Long tale of our fundamental rights action to have fence removed when the lake and wetland was leased to a private company and environment degraded. We won the case but the government deviously moved war veterans into the ‘island’ that had been created – knowing that was one ‘fight’ we would drop: you can’t argue for the environment against those who have risked their lives for the country.

So we live with the fence .. 😦

A MURDER MOST FOUL

Journalist and Editor of the Sunday Leader Lasantha Wickrematunge was shot in the head by cold blooded killers whilst on his way to work on 8th January 2009

In an uncanny editorial published posthumously a few days later like a voice from the grave, Lasantha predicted his murder and laid the blame for it squarely on the government of President Mahinda Rajapaksa – our incumbent president.     http://www.thesundayleader.lk/20090111/editorial-.htm

It seems a strange twist of fate, that the same government will be holding a Presidential election on the anniversary of  the murder most foul: 8th January which the sooth sayers have apparently fixed as the most auspicious date.   Dejavue ?

An article I wrote which was published in the Sunday Times in January 2009  is being posted here as a reminder to us to follow the call of conscience for the truth will set us free.

LEST WE  FORGET …. 

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WHERE WAS I WHEN THEY CAME FOR MY BROTHER?

My soul is searching … pouring over innumerable articles that have been penned in papers and on the net … hoping to find a word that might still the restlessness I feel following the vicious and vengeful slaying of a fearless journalist.

Why do I feel this way?  I did not know Lasantha personally though I occasionally read his articles and knew about his courageous investigations.

Of the many thousands of words spoken and written since his murder, some strike home – sear home – seeking an acknowledgement.  Echoes taken up by D Mark and others – where was IWhere was I when Lasantha needed another voice to support him?   Where was I “when they came for him”?   Where have I been all this time …like Nero carrying on blithely whilst my country descended into darkness?   Continue reading

When love cripples

Once a little boy  playing outdoors found a fascinating caterpillar. He carefully picked it up and took it home to ask his mother if he could keep it. She said he could if he would take good care of it.

The little boy got a large jar and put plants to eat, and a stick to climb on, into the jar. Every day he watched the caterpillar and brought it new plants to eat.

One day the caterpillar climbed up the stick and started acting strangely. Worried, the boy called his mother who understood that the caterpillar was creating a cocoon. She explained to him how the caterpillar would go through a metamorphosis and become a butterfly. chrysalys The little boy was thrilled to hear about the changes his caterpillar would go through. He waited every day for the butterfly to emerge. One day, a small hole appeared in the cocoon and the butterfly started to struggle to come out.

At first the boy was excited, but soon he became concerned. The butterfly was struggling so hard to get out it looked like it couldn’t break free!  It looked like it was making no progress! 

The boy was so concerned he decided to help. He got a scissors and very carefully snipped the cocoon to make the hole bigger. The butterfly quickly emerged! As the butterfly came out the boy was surprised to find it had a swollen body and small, shrivelled wings. He continued to watch it, expecting that at any moment, the wings would dry out, enlarge and expand to support the swollen body. He knew that in time the body would usually shrink and the butterfly’s wings would expand. But neither happened! untitledinjured butterflywikicommons The butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shrivelled wings. It never was able to fly…

As the boy tried to figure out what had gone wrong, his mother explained to him: the butterfly was SUPPOSED TO STRUGGLE. In fact, the butterfly’s struggle to push its way through the tiny opening of the cocoon pushes the fluid out of its body and into its wings. Without the struggle, the butterfly would never, ever fly. The boy’s good intentions had hurt the butterfly. “

Excessive zeal, love and care of parents for their children, spouses for each other, and elders towards children, can sadly and often cripple growth of the people they are trying to help.

Parents who fear their children will be rejected and  try to make them perfect – to ‘conform’ to peer standards – cripple a child’s ability to accept himself as he is.  He will always strive to be perfect before he can be accepted.

Jesuit Priest Anthony de Mello was very critical of the popular phrase “I’m OK, you’re OK” which sends a deep message to the subconscious that you have to be OK to be accepted.  We should rather, he suggests, keep reminding ourselves and our children “its OK to be not OK!”  

Parents who are too protective of their children and curtail their movements out of fear, send out subtle messages of doubt, timidity, lack of courage and inability to cope with dangers that may surface. Do not let fear cripple. Better rather to warn your children of these dangers, role play how to handle them and send them out with courage, hope and confidence in their ability to cope.

I know a girl who was at risk for epileptic seizures. Her parents were so scared to send her out,  she lived and died not ever leaving the confines of her home except with her mother or father.  Love and parental fear crippled her.  The words of the song by Leeanne Rhymes are a poignant reminder of “the soul so afraid of dying that it never learns to live”. 

They say “love must be tough’.  I think this means we should learn to let go and learn to love with the ‘good’ of the object of our love being the primary focus.

I know another beautiful and talented child – a slow learner in academic studies – but with sharp observation skills and with it an outstanding talent for  imitation and drama. Unfortunately, because our society believes you need the three R’s (Reading, wRiting and ‘Rithmetic)  to be a ‘whole’ person, she is considered ‘mentally challenged’,  cosseted and treated her like a five year old without realisation of how crippling this action is.  Sadly, who she is or can be is mirrored in the low expectations of people around her.  They think she can never crawl out of the cocoon alone and so she never is given the opportunity to struggle, to strengthen her latent and unique talents, and soar.

Parents,  spouses, elders … we need to keep the story of the boy and the caterpillar in mind.  Actions, albeit of love, can stifle growth;  ‘help’ can  be a hindrance to progress. Fear for safety paralyses and encourages doubts, anxiety, lack of confidence. Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust God and let go.  He who takes care of the lilies of the field and the caterpillars in their cocoon will fulfil his plan for your little caterpillars,  for they are His beloved children.

May we always give our children the freedom to struggle, to take their own time to strengthen their wings, to be who they were created to be,  so they may one day soar to the heavens. imagesKF0LHI4Itelepic.netimagesB8OMQEU7programs.omsi.edu

One lovely blog award ‘correction’!

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I don’t know how it happened.  I realised today that one of the blogs at the top of my list for Nomination was  not included.

I have been posting off  my phone till I get my new laptop this weekend and the script is not always clear as in a big screen.  Somehow in doing bullets I had left out :-

Faith Friendship & Fortitude … a most incredible blog by a youngster,  that has me in awe – humbled by his outstanding … well …  faith, fortitude and courage in the midst of great trial!

I am not sure I can get the link right on this phone but D Wickward of Faith, Friendship & Fortitude please accept my humble nomination for sharing with us your faith journey in one lovely  & inspiring blog.

I apologise for typo error.  please see related post for the nomination details.

One lovely blog award nomination…

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Thank you sunshine girl aka Send Sunshine for nominating me for one lovely blog award.  You too are a hard act to follow with your daily doses of sunshine.

Here are the seven more facts about myself ….(lots of self revelation these days 🙂  !)

  1. I celebrated my grand six oh with my twin with a beautiful thanksgiving mass and fellowship this Friday past: 3rd Oct “D day” we entered the universe six minutes apart.
  2. I used to have a ‘thing’ about proclaiming my age.  Now .. it is only a number to me: Am happy to add up the numbers which means more life .. more grace!
  3. I love music and can dance anywhere, anytime  – whether alone or in company.  I picked up this freedom of spirit from Jamaica  (Not always advisable in Sri Lanka …)
  4. One of my favourite pastimes is to lie in the shade of a tree – to sleep or read a book.  Next choice a hammock – also under a tree.  Writing and blogging is fast ousting this from top of the list.
  5.  I would love to travel some more –  Mexico, Graceland, Northern Lights, Africa and China are on the list:  and to Spain, Rome  and Israel (again!)
  6.  Outlook – my twin says I swim upstream when everyone else is  swimming downstream. Have not yet decided yet whether this is good or bad. Shouldn’t you check where the water is coming from before you go with the flow? Or is it unnecessary?  An interesting analogy I might need to check out.   Meantime  I remain  a ‘weird fish’ (her words.)
  7. Encompassing all these …. just as the Rose follows the sun, so too do I wish to follow The Son and take my bearings only from HIm.

I would like to nominate the following in a spirit of sharing  – and because they have really inspired me  in the ways mentioned. I have seen where some do not accept awards on principle. If you are one of those ..please do not take the nomination amiss;  just know that I sincerely appreciate the thoughts that you put out on the ‘noosphere’ that have inspired me.

And to all those who visit my blog …  hope you find some little something that made your visit worthwhile.   Thank you for stopping by.

Nomination Rules:

  1. Thank and link back to the person who nominated you
  2. List the rules and display the award
  3. Include seven facts about yourself
  4. Nominate around 15 other bloggers and let them know about the award –
  5. Follow the blogger who nominated you (if not already!)