Barža įgauna forma

languages of distinction

A new found russian friend in Adelaide emailed me:

Hi Pash, Look http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-17083397 The next generation of Latvians won't speak Russian at all.. :(

Thank you my Friend! You gave me a good hint for some thought..
 Every issue can be looked upon as a two sided coin:
-opportunity for challenge or even war http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/ Muscovite

OR
-opportunity for co-development and harmony http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balto-Slavic

Neither can be taken for an Absolute Truth. However the alternatives present a us with an opportunity to make a choice, to choose an Attitude, to check acknowledge own assumptions. We make choices every day... Now, do you still think  ' :(  '  when Latvians reject your mother tongue as a candidate for their State Language? I would be puzzled one accepts me as a friend only because I can speak fairly good Russian. Languages are better used as tools to open doors, not mere signs of allegiance or factors of distinction. Is a chimp better monkey that gorilla? 'Humons' can do better.

Yours,
Pasha, Paul, Povilas

Įsiterpimas - 'an Insertion'

Along the chores of mundane life I mostly experience through our own perception. 'Others' do their own thing, and that may or may not affect my perceptions. Is that right? Or everyone affects everyone else anyway?
This morning I can't stop thinking on how human beings can/do affect each other in a positive way, without an active intention. Just by being aware and open. Here's how it started:
At 2am my mobile went off - a friend on the other side of the world saw my skype id is 'on' and assumed I'm awake and doing things late at night. I wasn't, but then I felt awake and we had our ten minutes conversation. He shared with me some stuff he is doing, he is experiencing.
I could not fall asleep any longer. Hearing of his experiences somehow blended with the things going in my mind for the last few days, and made me realise where I was going wrong. Or where I could go better ;-) In my attitudes, my perceptions, in the life's practice. Thanks buddy, I'm sure it happened unintentionally from your side. On the other hand - the fact that you picked 2am time on my part of the world, allowed your input to come in when I was most aware, with the daily chores guards down, half asleep though...
In some professional language it may be called 'an intervention'.  Does not sound right to me. Not for this kind of occurance. An 'intervention' to me has an overtone of someone stepping in intentionally, from a perspective of 'oh I know how to fix this', or a meeker intention 'let me try this, hopefully it will work'. No. no and trice no! In this case it's an 'insertion', from Lithuanian 'įsiterpimas'. Lithuanian has another word closer to the meaning of 'intervention' - 'įsikišimas'. It's like 'sticking your nose in My stuff'...
An 'insertion' (įsiterpimas) happens without breaching or crossing  one others boundaries. And makes it such a good developmental experience!  Providing both parties have their guards down, are 'aware and present' (to a degree of course, there is always other stuff going on) and are having a conversation about their authentic experiences. I such an instance it does not matter who is talking and who is listening, both are students and practitioners of life, with their boundaries open, as well as eyes and ears.
That's all nice and positive. Next question comes - how it can be extended to situations when one of the parties is not in a positive mood. There could be a variety of things on the surface - anger, fear, resentment, depression. Can the open, aware, guards down conversation happen under these circumstances? Or will the 'surplus positive' party will drain itself [be at a loss] without getting anything in return? And end up resenting the exchange? I suspect a return exists, even it may not feel positive at the time. V.Frankl rephrased: 'a sense of suffering or loss opens a tremendous opportunity to learn, develop, grow as a human being'. The trick is to stay authentic, free of attitude, free of expectations.
See how we go. I's  6:30am now, a Good Morning!
 
 

Speaking from an Attitude

Over the last couple of day I watch myself - how often do I 'speak from an attitude'. Not sure where did I pickup this notion, must have read in some book or overheard on the radio. It's about communicating your one's attitude and expecting a change in the outer reality.  It's like living in a castle. watching things from the watchtower and yelling down on peasants, friends and adversaries.  Try to turn it upside down and see - from the 'peasants' attitude you are no more than a git stuck in a bell tower, yelling your head off.
Of course I'm exaggerating ;-)
But I find it useful to observe your 'speaking from an attitude', when you converse with the close ones, with a friend, a stranger, or when you are consulting with a client. Are they looking for someones attitude? Well... hard to tell. (S)He might ask for an opinion, or appreciate a reflection.
What is the option, if you want to avoid speaking from an attitude?

At the start of a new week! :-)
 

SunDay

At times this world seems to be full of madness. And a dedicated effort to engage it with all your senses and good reason  - fails to respond in a way I'd consider adequate. Oops! I don't mean the whole world under the sun! It's about the 'civilized', the industrial layer of the world in gross :-) The birds, flowers, fish and humanists still seem to behave in a fair way.
One good task/practice in this condition is to focus the effort on preserving and making better the one bit of the world you have sole control and responsibility of - the YourSelf.
Call me SelFish! :-)  But if we fail to get peace and truth into this bit, what chance do we have when we are expecting reason and peace in the wider surrounding?
Making sure your motives, your intentions and your 'base camp' are pure. Following through, and finding the spot where the clear stream turns into muddy waters. Some of the pollution sources may still be in your base camp! Plenty to do, with love, but not with drive-achieve aspirations.
God Morning SunDay! I'd better go and turn the compost heap over, before the next stream of weekdays kicks in :-)

Žmogus ieško tikrumo?

Haha! Permainų pasaulyje pasikliauti tikrumo ilgesiu ;-) Kipšo pramanos!
Sukdamas autobusėlio vairą į Indarra kiemą pamačiau kaimyną Larry, krovininį vežimėlį beridenantį, prošal.
Stabtelėjau paplepėt.
Dar tik rytas, 9 val., aš grįžtu iš laivės dirbtuvių, kur aplankiau Bazą, nuboginau jam mikrobangę sumuštiniams šildyt. Netrukus sėsiu prie stalo mokymo programų ruošt - naujas toks užsiėmimas. Viliuosi - nelaikinas. 
Su Lariu užmynėm temą apie Kaitą ir Permainas... Lariui 70šmt, buvęs suvirintojas, vietnamo karo veteranas, mažo kolūkio vedėjas, ir šiaip - žmogus, kaimynas... tiek to. Taigi - kaita. Sako aborigenai kitaip gyvenimą gyvena/mato.  kai Laris buvo jaunas, į jo gimtą mažą miestuką užklydo aborigenų tuntas. Seniūnija susirūpino jų gerbūviu ir pastatė jiems tuziną namų, na iš plokščių. Surenkami, tokie, namai.
Ogi naujakuriai tuos namus suvartojo per penkis žiemos mėnesius - sukūreno... Matyk - sėdi kambary, oras atvėso į pavakarę, reikia malkų - tai eik, nukelk duris nuo vyrių, bus prakurai... Akmeniniai Žmonės...
Mes - Dalginiai, to neperprantam. O jie - sukūreno 'malkas', atėjo pavasaris, ir toliau patraukė. Walkabout.

Betgi nesibodim mes paukščiais, netgi širdį mums glosto jų čiulbėjimas, ir dvasią pakylėja mintys apie jų skrydžius, keliones, ir migravimą be sienų. Bet nemūsų martynų toks gyvenimas. Mums psichiškai reikia pastovumo, numatymo, stabilumo ne dienai, ne dviem, o metams, Ateičiai, pencijai... Pasakyk voveriai kad riešutų žiemai nekauptų! Aišku ji nesupras tavo vogravimo, bet pasakyk, kad šitoji drevė jos 'nuosavybė', ir kad ji turi išplėsti savo riešutų atsargas dar į kelis sandėliukus, ir kad pradėtų riešutais prekiaut... ji (voverė) tik pirštu (nagu) į smilkinį pabaksnotų.
Matyt mes, 'dalginiai', atsiskyrėm nuo 'akmeninių', kai užuot keliavę toliau, pradėjom grūdus auginti, duoną kepti, na.. ir kariauti dėl platesnių dirvonų.
Tai neverta stebėtis namudinių ambicijų stoka aborigeno pasaulyje.
Ir neverta pergyvent, kai rausvaodžio pasaulis pradeda linguoti permainos vėjuje.

Geros dienos, Larri, ir ačiū už Temą :-) 

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