Life is about us. It is about the earth where we live together. We share one earth with many many nations, cultures, religions and ideologies. Life is about letting ourselves to grow. Life is a living spirit that all human beings have naturally but it needs to be enlivened to function with propriety.
History of human beings teachs us about the roles playing by mother who delivers the new baby. Loving for this little baby creates a symbolic languange that she/he will develop it naturally. Baby can stop crying when they hear the gentle voices from the mother and people around.
Through the symbolic languange, voices, the mother and others create the environment of safety that the baby feel securely. It is a beginning of the idea of life. Life begins growing as the imagination in the mind of the baby.
Four years since we had lived at our home in Yogyakarta, Pondok Tali Rasa, one night we came home after going out, my husband went directly to our bedroom, instead of me, I needed to drink at the kitchen. I took a glass of water to drink it slowly while sitting on the high chair at kitchen. Suddently, I felt that I was with somebody at the area. Nobody was around me. However I still felt I was being called to see around. I stared on around the kitchen but I could not find anybody.
The energy of calling was so strong as if I was directed to counter table in the middle of the kitchen. I said to myself, no worry just following the energy that was holding my attention. I smiled while saying that I had to open my heart to see things that I could not see with my bare eyes. After that I felt like so much energy pulled me out to concentrate on the spot that became visibly to me. My heart was bitting, I could not believe that I was watching the face of somebody. I rubbed my eyes many times to make sure that I was awake. The figure was still there.
It is still there until now on the table of the counter in my kitchen. It is the face of a baby whose eyes so gently with soft smile spreading her hair out. I took the picture of my baby to put as the profile of this blog.
At the night I went to bed with lots of wonder. How could I interprete this experience? The figure of baby has been in my kitchen. What would it be explained?
At the next morning I woke with lots of joy. I went straightly to the kitchen to meet with my two helpers, not those who has worked now, but other ones. I asked them, Lisa and Diah, whether they had seen something on the table of the counter. They said, "No". Then I showed the figure to them. They were so surprised to learn about this figure of a baby. I told them about my interpretation I had when I woke up.
It is my baby. I named the baby of the marmer. She lives there to belong with us because she knows that we will be sincere to serve people around. When we cook, we cook with our heart. We serve with our sincere heart to the people as we know we will do to the baby who depends on us. Serving with our deep heart will bring us to meet a deep imagination of life. If we want to have our baby alive, we will make any efforts to bring life to her.
Imagination of life can be inspired from inanimate object. Imagining life reconcilies our enmity reality that grows within ourselves. Life and death exists side by side in our life. In our sacred scriptures we read that life and death are recognised. We, even in our home, have the symbols of life and death belonging to the Hindus Balinese cultures on Barong which represents life and Rangka which represents death/bad things. We want to recognize these two entities in our life but we, with the grace of God, can transform the death/bad things into a life.
I create this blog with my deep concern for having my thoughts on how we can transform violence to become a living action in our life. Can we withdraw the strengths from our religious teaching, our cultures of traditions to imagine life instead of violence for a better life of all us?
History of human beings teachs us about the roles playing by mother who delivers the new baby. Loving for this little baby creates a symbolic languange that she/he will develop it naturally. Baby can stop crying when they hear the gentle voices from the mother and people around.
Through the symbolic languange, voices, the mother and others create the environment of safety that the baby feel securely. It is a beginning of the idea of life. Life begins growing as the imagination in the mind of the baby.
Four years since we had lived at our home in Yogyakarta, Pondok Tali Rasa, one night we came home after going out, my husband went directly to our bedroom, instead of me, I needed to drink at the kitchen. I took a glass of water to drink it slowly while sitting on the high chair at kitchen. Suddently, I felt that I was with somebody at the area. Nobody was around me. However I still felt I was being called to see around. I stared on around the kitchen but I could not find anybody.
The energy of calling was so strong as if I was directed to counter table in the middle of the kitchen. I said to myself, no worry just following the energy that was holding my attention. I smiled while saying that I had to open my heart to see things that I could not see with my bare eyes. After that I felt like so much energy pulled me out to concentrate on the spot that became visibly to me. My heart was bitting, I could not believe that I was watching the face of somebody. I rubbed my eyes many times to make sure that I was awake. The figure was still there.
It is still there until now on the table of the counter in my kitchen. It is the face of a baby whose eyes so gently with soft smile spreading her hair out. I took the picture of my baby to put as the profile of this blog.
At the night I went to bed with lots of wonder. How could I interprete this experience? The figure of baby has been in my kitchen. What would it be explained?
At the next morning I woke with lots of joy. I went straightly to the kitchen to meet with my two helpers, not those who has worked now, but other ones. I asked them, Lisa and Diah, whether they had seen something on the table of the counter. They said, "No". Then I showed the figure to them. They were so surprised to learn about this figure of a baby. I told them about my interpretation I had when I woke up.
It is my baby. I named the baby of the marmer. She lives there to belong with us because she knows that we will be sincere to serve people around. When we cook, we cook with our heart. We serve with our sincere heart to the people as we know we will do to the baby who depends on us. Serving with our deep heart will bring us to meet a deep imagination of life. If we want to have our baby alive, we will make any efforts to bring life to her.
Imagination of life can be inspired from inanimate object. Imagining life reconcilies our enmity reality that grows within ourselves. Life and death exists side by side in our life. In our sacred scriptures we read that life and death are recognised. We, even in our home, have the symbols of life and death belonging to the Hindus Balinese cultures on Barong which represents life and Rangka which represents death/bad things. We want to recognize these two entities in our life but we, with the grace of God, can transform the death/bad things into a life.
I create this blog with my deep concern for having my thoughts on how we can transform violence to become a living action in our life. Can we withdraw the strengths from our religious teaching, our cultures of traditions to imagine life instead of violence for a better life of all us?
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