Bricks and Clay

If you think about it, where do bricks come from. They are originally just humble pieces of clay. Put some work into the clay and you get a brick and you can start building. It is very much the same way with our lives.

You are handed over a few bricks beforehand. You have your parents, your family and relatives. That form the base layer of bricks of the building, that one day will become your whole life story. Those handovers were nothing but clay in their own beginning. These first bricks very much dictate, what kind of clay you get to work with and how your bricks are going to form. At least, the very first ones.

How have my clay and bricks been then? Well, I had a lot of clay to play with. Literally and as a form of speech. I had a wonderful and very much sheltered childhood in the countryside.  I formed my clay into many things, some of those things, it seems, became bricks in the foundation of my life.

Like the very stubborn clay, that nagged at my parents about becoming a horse. A very own horse for that little girl that was me. The clay kept nagging for two years until it became what it wanted to be. My very first horse has been a very big and significant brick in this building of mine. She directed my life early on very strongly. I could have become a teenager without not much sensible things to do without her. I could have grown into a very different person, than what I am now. I owe a lot to her and am grateful for the chance to have met her.

Another very significant brick in this building could have been many different things. I had again, several pieces of clay to play with. Some would have taken me to university to sturdy biology, or psychology, or languages. The one that formed into a brick took me to a different kind of school. Learning to understand something of business. I am not sure, if I am completely happy with that brick. I think it makes my building stand a little crooked. But who has their corners straight in this life anyways?

Then there is this piece of clay, that originally seemed so very insignificant. Just a small decision to go hiking and long trail, alone, in Lapland. The clay had started a year back, with another hiking trip, and was slowly turning into a more loved piece of clay, that I worked on. During that hike, the clay found somebody else’s piece of work. Maybe rubbed against it a little, leaving pieces behind. I think that became one of the bricks on the front stairs in this building project. The brick that you step on, when you get out, and explore.

That hiking brick might have opened the biggest clay mine of my life. There was someone else digging at the same mine, I noticed before long. There was Waffle, who apparently seemed to like the same kind of clay for building his house from. I guess we collided as we dag deeper. Bricks were formed and eventually they started to stick together and it seems that we are now building a mansion together. Where there is an extensive travel wing. That is what our clay is so often turning into. Bricks telling about travels. I love it. I love the way my Waffle works his clay into something that makes the base layer of our dwelling more and more beautiful.

Thank you Waffle.

What are you building out of your bricks?

For this cheesiness, please thank Daily Prompt: Brick


Longing for things is the sign of spring

Forest Finland Girl

It is the same thing every spring, when the sun comes out and the world wakes up around me. Still I do not have any skills to defend myself from it. Well, I don’t know if I should even try.

When the winter is slowly tilting towards spring, it starts. I get ideas and start to suddenly need things. That moment is always a prioritizing exercise, since I am longing for abundance of things at the same time. The nut cracking of whether have a horse, a dog, a new career or a home country is always so difficult.

This year is no different. I have started to want to see some changes happening in this life of mine. I have started to long for more meaningful career. This thing that I do, brainlessly staring at a screen and forwarding documents from a person to another, it just ain’t satisfying. This time the longing lottery hits the point of “Refresh professional life”.

That is what I want.  The thing is, that I feel like I made the wrong career choice back in the mature age of 18. I chose to study business, even though it does not give me any special tingle or make me feel passionate about it. What I should have done, was to try and try again to get into university, to study psychology. Social phenomena and the mental side behind them.

So that is it then. Goal for this year is to study a bit of Dutch and then hop into a degree program in psychology. One longing down. Quite some to go.


Reincarnation – Kind of.

Sheep Germany Field

It would be fabulous, to believe that somehow everybody moves on from one life to another. To have the ability to receive suddenly parts of memories from a previous existence (maybe less fun if you happened to be a worm, or a cockroach. That must make you think of your own behavior. To be able to blame Karma for all the miseries in life, and thank it for the success, that must be pleasant. But imagine, if you happen to stomp dead a cockroach that was the less nice aunt of yours, or catch a fish with a worm who was the uncle, who always smelled of old booze.

Unfortunately, I have no such believe. I have big doubts on whether living things have a soul or a spirit, what ever you want to call it. And since that is missing, I guess any beautiful picture of reincarnation might be a bit difficult to paint. What I think, is that we a trapped in a cycle of matter. Our molecules and atoms will keep turning in the great cycle of life, without any strings attached to our mental side.

Honestly, the cycle of our building blocks, that, too, is a beautiful idea. Our tiny oxygen, carbon and nitrogen molecules, as well as many others, they are transported by bacteria into the ground, if we are buried, and your aunt, the worm, takes it further, it becomes a link in the chain of life on earth. Every one of them as valuable as the other. No Karma related.
Karma Chameleon
I think Fish of Gold has it better!