18. marraskuuta 2016

The Way of French Fries / Ranskalaistentie

The French way

- Camino full of culinary moments -


Gluten free meal
In the hearth of Europa’s wheat field 
Sin gluten por favor?
No
Bread bread bread
Did you already have your piece of bread?

One I found
Precious as gold
Full of protein
Tortilla espanol
Though sometimes you might get
The spanish omelet
Nicely squished
In a boccadillo
Well
Now my feeling is a bit low


Hard times for us all
For dinner no more
Than a bag of Doritos
Chips
Or other fried potatoes

A pilgrim is happy with anything
For God's sake!
Just feed them with something!
Oh, and honey!
Do not forget to collect their money!

Welcome welcome!
First here is some cat food pasta
For you my dear here’s some salada mixta

And simsalabim!
You have a food poisoning!
In the middle of a field running
A barbed wire encircling
There might have been
Some inside pants pooping


Well the main course
Of course!
Chicken or pork?
Either way
It’s tiny, greased and grey

Rest of the plate
Full of french fries
Always french fries
But wait a minute
The menu said ‘with potatoes’
Si! In oil we boil those!

But now I see!
From here comes the name
Of a French way
Wouldn’t guess it anyway
The french fries way!


After all this whining
There is a silver lining
Galician food
Is fresh and good!
Why is it so?
I don’t know
Maybe from the Celtic roots
And the variation of green goods


Buen Provecho!



16. marraskuuta 2016

Three Stages of the Camino / Caminon kolme tasoa

Camino Santiago de Compostela


 They say there is three stages on your camino
And one by one you will travel through them all
When or where, no one can tell you
But you will know, when you are there
This is a story of my personal experience
Of those three stages on my camino


First stage – The physical stage

The journey beguines
You will get to know your body
You are finding new things about your body
You will learn your physical limits
You will do things, you didn’t know you are capable of
For me this meant blisters, shin splints, broken knees
And leg pain which kept me awake during the nights

Eventually
I learned to take it easy
But in the hard way

I didn’t want to stop
I wanted to get forward
I could almost see the goal glowing in the horizon
Although there were still over 800 km left and we had just started
I didn’t have time to stop for every wonder I saw on the way
I don’t have time, I’m walking here!

Then God made me stop
I broke my knee in the deep downhill
I didn’t fall
I just didn’t listen to my body
And in the end of the day
I couldn’t step on my foot anymore

The next day I could walk again
Real slowly
We started walking before sunrise
To win some time
But during the morning we saw how people walked past us
Countless bag packs vanishing somewhere ahead of us
Instead of thinking how slowly I was going forward
I started to look what was around me
I stopped for weird plants
I touched and smelled them
There was so much beautiful and amazing things all around
I started to relax
I enjoyed the day a lot

The next morning I was able to walk normally again
But something inside of me had changed
I enjoyed briskly walking 
I stopped more often for wonders
I saw more
I felt more

I wasn't willing to slow down by myself
So God made me slow down
I learned my lesson
And He let me heal

I started to respect the deep downhill’s
And came down real carefully
Knowing my own physical limits
But never giving up
Never losing my faith
Knowing
He will always walk beside me


Second stage – The mental stage

Anyone can recognize the first stage
It beguines on the first day of their camino
But how do you know you have reached the second stage?
We were wondering this with the other pilgrims
And I think I can speak for all of us, when I say
Trust me, you will definitely know when things starts to go mental

For me it started when I cried first time on the camino
Or at least this was the moment I realized it
I had reached the second stage of my camino
There started to be a lot of feelings involved
A lot of conflicts and distress
A lot of mixed and negative energy

For me this was real uneasy stage of my camino
Many times I found myself wondering
When would this end?
My own distressed feelings were bothering me
And I knew
For reaching the spiritual stage
I would have to be above all of this
Of this shit I was throwing around in my head
But how the hell it would be possible?

So I gave up
I accept my feelings
Didn't try to make them disappear
Maybe on my camino there would be only two stages


Third stage – The spiritual stage

We had almost reached the end of the physical camino
Few days and we could say we did it
In these days I realized it
It felt like someone would had turned the lights on
I could see everything more clearly
I could feel the change in my body
I found myself feeling happiness and joy

The distress was still in me
But it didn’t control me anymore
I was feeling happy despite the negative feelings inside me
No more was I looking the world through my distress
It couldn’t control my reactions and words anymore
It didn't have the power
I could observe my reactions inside me
I could choose how I wanted to act
I could choose how I wanted to express myself

I felt free, truly free
Free from myself


In a way
The camino felt longer than just 35 days
It felt like a life time

I knew this would be a life changing experience
God wouldn't lead me on this camino for nothing
But still
I learned more than I was expecting
More about myself, other people and world itself
About life itself

And now
Sitting at home and writing this
I have a feeling
That the learning will continue
A long time after this journey has ended
When I have settled down
Back to my normal life

But for me the normal life won’t be the same anymore
For us who have walked the camino
Our life will be so much more than it used to be
More deeper and more colorful
We had spent a life time away
From this 'normal' world

The people who can truly know the meaning of this
Who have been on the same kind of journey
Shared the camino with you
They can truly understand your experience

After all it feels like
You have already known each other
For a life time



Con mucho cariño a
Bear Family



18. elokuuta 2016

Kirje sateesta

Syksyn ensimmäinen päivä
Sen aisti ilmasta
Luonnon värähtelyn tajuudesta

Ilmassa kirpakkuutta
Maa kylmän kasteen peitossa
Melkein pystyi kuvitella
Syvimmässä varjoissa
 Kuuraa lehtien pinnoilla
Auringon lämpö kasvoilla
Iltapäivän valossa
Niin kuin vain voi
Kesän viimeisenä päivänä olla


Lopulta se saapui
Riemuitsin
Höyryävän marjapuuron äärellä
Katselin
Pisaroita ikkunassa
Orapihlajat hulmusivat maassa
Pisarat pieksivät
Pieninä
Äkäisinä parvina

Voi Äiti Luonto
Näyttele taas voimias
Tee syysmyrsky
Saapuvaks


Työmatkalla hapottaa
Tuuli painaa vastaan
Aikaa kuluu ikuisuus
Mainitsen tästä

Vihainen puuskahdus
”Ihan kamala keli!”

Aamukahvilla näppäilen puhelimeen
”Huomenta rakas! Syysmyrsky tulee!!”

Vastaus saapuu pian
”Joo, täälläkin on ihan paska sää!”

Tulee hölmö olo
Eikö kukaan näe kauneutta?
Mitään ihmeellistä?
Iloa?


Korjaan
En valittanut huonoa keliä
Ei se ollut small talkia
Tarkoitukseni jakaa iloa
Tästä ihmeestämme
Yhteisestä
Suuresta onnen tunteesta

Nostaa katse taivaalle
Viileä vesi kasvoilla
Nostaa kädet ilmaan
Antaa riepottaa vaatteita
Pyöriä sateessa
Vaatteet vedestä raskaana
Iholla lämmin kosteus

Hyppiä lätäköissä
Punaisissa saappaissa
Kipristellä kuivia
Lämpimiä varpaita
Saappaiden suojissa
Nauraa sydämestään
Märkä tukka liimattuna otsaan


Kietoutua kuivaan
Pehmeään
Lämpimään
Mahdotonta tuntea todella
Kuivien vaatteiden tuomaa onnea
Kastumatta ensin kunnolla

Nauttia höyryävää teetä
Takkatulta tarinoita
Kaikkia niitä asioita
Joita et raaskinut jäädä tekemään
Auringon valaistessa elämää
Mittarin rikkoessa hellerajaa


Tänään voi
Äidin luvalla
Nauttia mukavuudesta ja


... kuunnellaan sateen ropinaa
Se vain jatkuu ja jatkuu
Sitä riittää loputtomiin
Enkä mä haluu ulos astuu ...


9. elokuuta 2016

Jumalan temppeli / The Temple of God

- Mäntyharju -

Usein toistetaan
On Mäntyharjun kirkko
Suurin hirsikirkko
Ainakin tällä pallon puoliskolla
Ylpeästi
Koreillen
Ei Pertunmaalta moista löydy
Ei edes Pyhän Mikaelin kaupungista

Ja onhan se
Komea rakennus
Ihmisiltä paljon ponnisteluja vaatinut
Luulisi Jumalalle kelpaavan



Vaan ei moni tiedä
Johtaa suuren kirkon takaa polku
Metsän siimekseen
Veden äärelle

Täälläkin sijaitsee
Jumalan temppeli
Suurin ja kaunein
Jonka milloinkaan olen nähnyt



Tässä Herran huoneessa
Katto kohoaa taivaisiin saakka
Seinät on koristeltu taitavimman maalarin siveltimellä
Alttari risti on luomakunnan taitavimpien puuseppien työtä
Tämä ei ole ihmisen rakentama temppeli Herralleen
Tämä on Isän rakentama huone lapsilleen


Istuessaan täällä
Voi Isän käden jäljen nähdä kaikkialla
Tuntea Hänen kasvojensa lämmön ihollaan
Rauhaisan kuiskuttelunsa puiden latvoissa
Jakamattoman läsnäolonsa sisimmässään

Jer. 23:11
Syvä luottamus ja rauha valtaa sielun
Tässä hetkessä kaikki on hyvin
Juuri niin kuin täytyy olla

Joh. 14:1
Sisimmästä kumpuaa varmuus
Luottamus itseensä
Omiin kykyihinsä
Usko siihen
Että elämä kyllä kantaa

Joh. 3:16
Täällä
Todellisuuden äärellä
Ylivoimaisten odotusten ulottumattomissa
Voi huokaista helpotuksesta
Löytää armon itseään
Ja inhimillisyyttä kohtaan



Todellisuuden peilin äärellä
Riisuttuna kaikesta turhasta
Paljaana
Totuudellisena itselleen
Haavoittuvana
Voi löytää oman voimansa

         
Ps. 139:13-14
Ps. 91:13-14
Hetki hetken jälkeen
Elämäämme neulotaan
Valitsemillamme väreillä
Jokainen hetki on pieni ihme
Elämämme suuri värikäs
Ihmeellinen tilkkutäkki
Rakkaudella kokoon kursittu

Joh. 15:12
      
Jes. 43:1
Ps. 34:5

Sydän avoinna
On helppo uskoa
Meitä suojellaan kaikelta
Mitä ikinä keksimmekään pelätä
Eikä ole sellaista pimeää
Jota Hänen hellä kosketus ei torjuisi
Emme ole yksin


Takaisin kävelee kevyemmin askelin
Kirkon maalla jää taas pohtimaan
Tarvitaanko tätä kaikkea
Ihmisen vaivannäköä
Suuria kivisiä saleja
Hurskaita sanoja
Rukousmattoja
Oikeita ilman suuntia


Ken tietää
Jos se auttaa uskomaan
Ei siitä haittaakaan liene
Minunkin on helpointa uskoa
Äiti luonnon vehreydessä
Tunnen Hänen läsnäolonsa voimakkaimmin
Vaikka juttelenhan minä Isälle
pyöräillessä ja tiskatessakin
Enkä koe saaneeni vähemmän


- Rakkautta -



4. elokuuta 2016

Dal and The Iron Factory

- A story of  a dying village - 



Once upon a time
A man named Daniel
Wanted to be a rich man
Like every man would have
He thought
Iron would be good



By loaning a lot of gold
Built he an iron factory
On the greatest island
In the whole kingdom
Everyone sailing past
Would stop here


And so happened
That the Dal's Iron Factory
Started to grow
But not fast enough
Not at all
Thought the gold owners


Times chanced
And dozens of times
Did the owners of the iron factory chance
But iron wasn't so precious anymore


And little by little
The small village
That had grown around
The once so great factory
Started to die


For many centuries now
Has the factory been quiet
And the children of the factory
Have been waiting
The golden times
Come once again


And the village once so great
Now taken over by nature
Is still calling itself
The Dal's Iron Factory

With Daniel long gone
Iron turn in to steel
And the factory decaying
It rings
Like a hollow wish
From the grave





3. elokuuta 2016

On the way home

The time had come
Snow was melting
Sun was big and warm
The darkness gave way to the light
It was time to go back
To The South

I packed my few belongings
And lifted my little back bag on my shoulders
I was ready
I gave a last longing look
To the three mountains
I would miss them


A small red bubble
Was standing on my cabin's front door
What the heck?
Next to the bubble was standing Jeti
He glanced me shyly
"I want to come with you."
I smiled
Leaving Jeti here
Would had been the hardest thing to do

As it turned out
The red bubble was some kind of a vehicle
We stuffed our self in
And started rolling south


On the way
We could see
The summer coming
Faster and faster
Like a one whole season
Just winding past us


The moment was ours
Our own little road trip
We enjoyed the way
and stopped for any wonder

Like for The Dancing Swan
Though Jeti said
That it probably just had fleas
But I wanted to believe
It was dancing for The Lady Spring


"There is a canyon on the left."
"Where?!"
"I dunno. The sign just said 'a canyon on the left'."



It was called
The WallMountain's Canyon
And  in the evening gloom
It was pretty amazing


Loving high places
I was thrilled
On the edge of the canyon
Jeti was uneasy
He had sometimes started to fear for me


At the bottom of the canyon
Was really dark
You could feel the big stone walls above you
The air was heavy and moist
I wanted back up
Where I could feel light again

Jeti liked it here
He found some comfort
From the darkness and the big walls around him
We felt like the fairy and the troll
From the children song


Arrival to The South
Didn't feel like coming home
I wondered
If I had never really felt
Like home here

'Home is were your heart is'
They say
And from many crossroads
I have been in my life
Many beautiful souls
Still carries a peaces of my heart
With them
I always feel like home


I glanced at Jeti
And I knew
In his white soft fur
I would make my home now


25. heinäkuuta 2016

Noitatunturi / The WitchHill


Pyhätunturi / The HolyHill


Clouds were hanging heavily over the sky
The HolyHills
All three of them
Were wrapped in thick fog

But I wouldn't care
Every day is a new adventure
And today would be the biggest of them all
I would climb on top of the WitchHill
But not alone
An another explorer would join me
To share this adventure


He was waiting for me
At the edge of the frozen swamp

Jeti
Half a man half a yeti
He looked beautiful
His white lion fur wavering in the wind
He smiled at me
I felt something warm
Lighting up inside me


We started climbing up
It was really warm day
And the snow was already rotting
Time to time
The surface of the snow
Would let our steps down

It was hard work
But glancing back every now and then
Would tell us
We really had made some progress
On our journey


Soon we started to reach the clouds
Ahead of us were no big trees anymore
Just some tiny and really tough ones
In Finnish
I would call this tiny trees "sisukas"
Which means that they won't give up
Neither would us

Next to us
Was the God's Hat
And little by little
As we climbed higher
It's top vanished to the clouds


Finally there were no more trees
Not even the small ones
Only white snow
As far as you could see
Which wasn't so far
To be honest


Soon there was
No sky
No horizon
No ground
No shapes
No up
No down

Now would be better
To stay together
Our world shrinked
To a couple square meters
Only our own footprints
Vanishing to the nothingness


The air started to freeze
Literally
We could see the air freezing around us
Shivering went through me
Suddenly I felt really cold

Did you here that?
Did you see that?
What?


"Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where they strung up a man
They say who murdered three
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree."


*******

Afterwards Jeti told me
This was the best adventure ever
I smiled
This was the best adventure yet