Showing posts with label Buddhist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Buddhist. Show all posts

Friday, February 12, 2016

69. Хвосты / The tails

Все болезни от нервов. Все проблемы от мыслей. Вообще я очень легкий и простой человек. В голове моей не Гегель и Шопенгауэр, там простые песенки и левые рифмы, а порой просто легкий свист. Я все надеюсь, что это буддизм – и скоро настанет просветление. Но вдруг это просто тупость? Но я о другом. О своих хвостах. Я люблю бросать дела на половине пути. Я очень быстроу стаю. Мне становится скучно. И я перебегаю к другому делу. А хвосты плетутся за мной в мыслях. Иногда я вспоминаю, что кому-то что-то обещала и не сделала. И заливаюсь краской стыда, вспоминая ненадолго свой косяк. Хвосты не дают расслабляться. В самый сладостный момент, когда тебя почти целуют, ты вдруг вспоминаешь, что не перезвонил работнику филармонии. И поцелуй твой приобретает легкий привкус горечи или даже дурного вкуса. Будто с малиной проглотил жука-вонючку.
Сегодня конец недели. И я сделала хорошую работу, которую должна была сделать месяц или два назад. Но когда дедлайн уже запалил полосы на твоей спине – поздно прятаться и сбегать. Двум отчетам не бывать, а одного не миновать.
Когда я доделала этот гигантский труд, мне захотелось продлить это чувство удовлетворения еще. Может, пока везет, надо еще что-нибудь сделать из долгого ящика. День креативности и творчества закончен неплохо – составлением списков давно не выполненных дел. Поставить диагноз – это значит начать лечить болезнь. Я ленива и неусидчива. Надеюсь, это лечится. Ежедневная фокусировка на себе и на прокачке своих лучших качеств и навыков можно натренировать способность избавляться от хвостов. Отныне пятница будет день хвостов. И их сбрасывания. Недописанные статьи – тоже хвосты. Они как не рожденные дети, приходят ко мне во сне, плачут и кричат: «Мама, роди меня».

The tails
All diseases get from the nerves. All the problems gets from a mind. In general I am very easy and simple girl. Arn’t Hegel and Schopenhauer inside my head, there are simple songs and rhymes, and sometimes I just whistle. I still hope that Buddhism? But not a stupidity?
My tails. I lile throwing things half way. I'm quicker flock. I get bored. And I ran to the other case. A tails trailing behind me in my thoughts. Sometimes I reminded to myself promised something and did not. And the blush of shame. The tails do not give to relax. In the sweetest moment when you almost kiss somebody, you suddenly remember that you didn’t call back employee of Philharmonic. And your kiss gets light bitterness or bad taste. As when you put into your mouth a handful of raspberry, but feel a beetle juice.
Toda is the end of the week. And I did a good job, which should have done a month or two ago. But when the deadline had already comes - too late to hide and run.
When I was finishing touches this Huge work, I wanted to extend this feeling of satisfaction yet. Maybe luck is, we must also do something out of the closet. Day of creativity stay the Day of the tails.
I'm lazy and restless. I hope it’s curable. Daily focus on myselves and pumping my best qualities and skills can be trained ability to dispose of tailings. From now on Friday will be a day of tailings. And they drop. My unfinished article it’s too tails. They are like an unborn children, come to me in a dream, cry and shout: " Bring me into the world,Mom."

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

The Ninja Diet: 3,2,1 FOX(Y) LADY!


This is my mother Eva last summer in the lake. She's 88 and I wish I live as long with a sparkling charisma
My co blog writer Natasha in Petrozavodsk tells me not to have my mood destroyed by bad weather...
Yesterday in Vidsel, 100 km south-west of Luleå it was snow mixed rain and +3 C the 19 of may.
I had a busy day. Out of the house at 6.30 am back 9 pm.
Together with my personal (movie) director Niclas I was visiting the Vidsel test range.
 As a Buddhist I can't support that kind of activity, but as a journalist it's always a positive experience to get behind the curtains of a controversial business. I didn't support the fighting in Belfast either still I went to Shankill Road in the 80's. Not talking about my dislike for dictatorship of East Germany where I spend many summers.

Well, this study trip arranged for students at the University of Luleå, where I attend some classes in psychology, got me awaken.
At the museum  veterans working at the range in the 50's were guiding.
We had a close look at the BQM-167i Ariel Target System, driver less drone, in this case used for testing new weapons. I think one of the Russian ones was passing our border in the south last year on another mission...
We also got to see the operation room. It must be a dream for all players of computer games to have a job like this. But you also have to suppress the thoughts of how much damage all this weapons makes in wars all over the world to be able to cope with your job, I guess.

A  lot of high tech are involved in the proceeding of advanced weapon tests.The test range is  a huge part of northern Sweden.
There are a lot of critics about this in Sweden questioning how a neutral country can invite other nations for testing. The Swedish government has to approve all applications and there is a lot of money involved.

The count down to fire on "fox". I wish I could find a fast formula for this weight loss project, the Butterfly Battle where all the extra kilos vanished in a second. The weight has reached a plateau and I feel impatient. My whole body is aching from yesterday. I am moving around much more than earlier. Just wishing the sun, heat and summer will arrive for more out door activities. Warm weather usually makes me less hungry. I also long for swimming in the lake by my mothers summer cottage!
This year I will know what all the Saab JAS 39 Gripen passing over our heads on their ride from the Swedish airforce are doing in Vidsel. They make a terrible noise and fly real low as the base is close by. It will not be less as Sweden will re arm...
Peace, please!
The next three very busy weeks i have decided to focus on meditation, motion and meals: the three M's like in Marie!

View from the summer house