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Showing posts with label friendship. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friendship. Show all posts

Tuesday, 2 November 2010

The Song In Your Heart

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"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words."
~ Unknown ~

Does the picture above seem familiar to you? I used the “raw image” in another post just recently. We’ve been having rainy days lately and I have not been out taking a lot of new photos; instead I’m playing with my archives and photo editing software. (Picasa + Corel Paint Shop Pro X in this case)

The friendship quote reminded me of the line “take a sad song and make it better”… Google and YouTube were in friendly mood and sang it back to me:  

Tuesday, 19 October 2010

Face To Face

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It’s raining again!

Are you on Facebook? If no, why not? If yes – how do you feel about it? Is it like mini-blogging, or just an extended 21st century version of the telephone book?

Put your answer in a comment, or if you prefer to expand on the topic in a blog post of your own, give me a link. (I’m not going to bother about introducing Mr Linky, considering the rather limited number of people who usually do comment!) I’d really appreciate your input, even though it might come a bit late… I already took the plunge! Although considering the whole sea of people out there, I guess what I have so far is really just a puddle. (Ha. I managed to connect to the picture, after all.)

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It started with one or two friends inviting me to join. (I wanted to write ‘nagging’ me to join, but to be fair, I suppose that would be an exaggeration. I think one of them asked me twice!) Anyway, some time back in the summer I hesitatingly started an account. I got as far as finding my way to the inviting friend, but then I didn’t really have the time to check out the details. Wall? Profile? Messages? “Like this”? Who can see what?? Do I want to be seen at all??? Phew…

So two or three months passed before I even logged in again. Oops… Unread messages, and friend requests! (Because of my hesitations, I had created a separate email account just for Facebook. And I had not entered that account again either since the start.)

Getting a bit of a guilty conscience about the two people I had left “dangling”, I tried to make amends this weekend, with a more serious effort to get the hang of it all. Well. The basics, anyway.

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It’s kind of hard getting the hang of it from just two friends, though. - Or is it…? Four days later, I’m up to  nine; and through those, a considerable number of mutual acquaintances and strangers (friends of friends, in Facebook terminology) have also made their mysterious appearances on my screen.

Every so often now Bella (my laptop, remember?) says to me: “Hey, here’s someone else you might know!” And surprisingly often, she’s right in her assumptions. I don’t know how she does it!

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I think, though, that the balance between ghosts from the past and random suggestions of complete strangers may have been somewhat evened out now by addition of a couple of people who each have about 500 other friends (of whom I do know some, but far from all 500).

I’m still hovering between fascinated and spooked. I can see how one can get caught up in it. It’s like a never-ending extended version of a family tree. Just keep digging, and somewhere down the line you’re bound to even find Adam and Eve!

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The pictures in this post are all from last week.
No photo weather today!

Monday, 8 March 2010

Quotation of the Week 10/2010

Watercolour by Lars Lerin

Though miles may lie between us,
we're never far apart,
for friendship doesn't count the miles,
it's measured by the heart.
~ Source Unknown ~

Monday, 25 January 2010

Quotation of the Week (4/2010)



If instead of a gem, or even a flower,
we should cast the gift of a loving thought
into the heart of a friend,
that would be
giving as the angels give.


(1824 - 1905)

Thursday, 14 January 2010

The Little Things



It turns out I made a promise on New Year's Eve after all (and kept it!), I just didn't really think of it as such, because it was a very little thing...

When my guests arrived on New Year's Eve, I was playing Enya's CD And Winter Came on the stereo, and one of them remarked that she had had a tape cassette with Enya's music that she had used to play so frequently it got worn out, and she missed it. I said I could copy my CD for her.



A week later I did, and another one by the same artist as well; and posted them to her (she does not live in the same town). She is the sister of a friend of mine, and she and I don't really keep in touch, except that we sometimes meet when she is visiting her sister. Yesterday she phoned to thank me for the CDs which had just arrived by mail (she hadn't even listened to them yet). She said it made her day, because she had not really been counting on me to remember. So often people just say they'll do things like that and then forget.

More than likely I too may have forgotten casual promises like that more often than I've remembered them. But this time I did not forget; and a friend's joy came boomeranging back to me as a reminder of how much it can sometimes mean when one does remember "the little things"...

I probably needed that at much as she did, because I've been feeling so incredibly slow lately about getting other things done - "bigger things", which are less fun to do and also don't usually bring the same kind of immediate response.

Saturday, 9 January 2010

About Me and Languages (6)

Again connected to my scanner (after a computer crash in November), and looking for just about any excuse to take a mental break from the cold weather outside, I decided to pick up and continue my sort-of-autobiography.


For new readers: This is a trip down "Memory Lane" that I began last year, and you will find links to previous episodes in a separate box below the Blog Archive.




 

In the summer of 1973, a month before I turned 18, I went on my next international adventure, although this time I did not actually leave Sweden. It was however the first time I went alone to a big international Christian conference. (I had turned to a personal Christian belief two years before.)

The conference language was English, several mission organisations were involved, and people from different countries attending. The focus was on Eastern Europe, where active Christians were in those days persecuted for their faith by Communist regimes.*

The conference was held in a village by the name of Dals Ed. Sleeping arrangements were simple - camping, or sleeping on air mattresses on the floor in the local school. The days were filled with Bible studies and meetings, mostly outdoors. It was a week of beautiful summer weather, in a beautiful spot.

I went alone to this conference, which again (like the stay in England the previous summer) was a valuable experience because it meant having to be open to new contacts. Most of the participants were from the Scandinavian countries, but all Bible studies and sermons were held in English. (Public sermons were also interpreted into Swedish.) This for me laid a foundation for learning to listen to the English language. I also bought tapes from some of the meetings which I listened to again afterwards. This conference also introduced me to the abundance of Christian literature in English. This in turn also laid a foundation for continuing to read such books in English, and to learn the theological terminology in English as well as in Swedish.



Music is important to almost every teenager. Music has also always been important in the church, all over the world. So naturally, music also played its part in this conference. It was the early 70's, and the Jesus movement brought a new type of music into the churches - simple praise songs, with the lyrics often based on direct quotes from the Bible, and also influenced by gospel music. To lead us in praise at this conference, there was a band from the American west coast - I can't remember now whether San Fransisco or Los Angeles. Anyway, they called themselves The Harvest Singers, and they were a bunch of really Cool people - and nice. I remember spending an afternoon sitting on a lawn in the sun, just talking to one of the guys - his name was Lee - for perhaps two hours, something like that. What we talked about, I can't remember. What I do remember is the feeling: A member of THE BAND, a really cool-looking, long-haired, guitar-playing American young man (in his early 20s, I guess)... talking to ME, out of all the people there... *LOL*

One thing he said, still lingers with me. That was on the last day of the conference, saying good-bye. He then said, very matter-of-factly:
If we don't meet again before - "I'll see you in heaven"...

One short phrase that just hit me, and never left. Somewhere at the back of my mind, there is still an image of heaven as a sort of reunion conference: a place where mysterious things will be explained, beautiful and sincere songs of praise sung, and we'll have all the time in eternity to finish all those conversations we had to leave dangling on earth...

*Footnote: I should perhaps add, that although this conference focused on mission in Eastern Europe, and working against the unjust treatment of Christians by the authorities in these countries, the teaching was not at all (in my perception) aggressive. In fact, I think it probably gave me a better understanding of the original ideas of Marxism and socialism than I ever got from any lessons at school.

Thursday, 19 November 2009

Definitions of Friendship = Quotation(s) of the Week (47/09)



Reading a post over at Rae's blog + an email from another friend set me thinking about definitions of friendship. I spent some time rummaging my bookshelves before I found what I was looking for: An old Snoopy picturebook on this very topic. (I moved last summer and some things in the odds-and-ends category I now find hard to remember whether I even decided to keep or if they ended up in one of the probably-to-give-away boxes that are still in the storage room in the basement. But Snoopy was found in my bedroom.)

In this book, Charlie Brown is feeling low and without friends. He gets a lot of definitions of friendship from various people, and I thought I'd quote some of them here. I'm translating them back from Swedish which is always an adventure.

A friend is someone who can take a punch.
A friend is someone who chooses to play with the sun in his eyes.
A friend is someone who likes watching the same TV shows.
A friend is someone who likes you even when the other guys are there.


A friend is someone who accepts you as you are.
A friend is someone who doesn't get jealous if you have other friends.
A friend is someone who likes the same music as you do.
A friend is someone who hates the same music as you do.


A friend is someone who defends you when you are not there.
A friend is someone who sends you a postcard from their holiday.
A friend is someone who does not criticize something you just bought.
A friend is someone who unleashes you. (said by Snoopy of course)

Charlie is still not quite satisfied. He looks up "friend" in the dictionary, and reads out loud:

"Friend - person whom one knows and likes well."

Linus, standing behind him as he reads, exclaims:
"But that's me!"
(Happy end.)

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