A picture story titled ‘I’m a stone’. Developed during a training module, in Fredrikstad, Norway. All pictures based in and around Gamlebyen Fredrikstad.
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Monthly Archive for August, 2009
It all started in those few moments of irrepressible lust. Lust for each other; lust for a new life; lust for a fleeting feeling. Lust.
It led to an expected, but convincement challenging companion. A companion, who would be with you for the next ten months. Ten months of… misery; pain; uncomfort; bearing; sacrificing; developing; happiness; love.
Something is growing within you. A new life. How wonderful that we are capable of making new life. That is indeed the greatest creation humans are capable of.
In those ten months, every twitch and turn of yours modifies the growing life in drastic ways. The new life’s karma decides how you twitch, how you turn, so as to mould a human fitting the equation to the dot.
Meanwhile, during those months, every twitch and turn of the growth incites you with passion, care, and love. You are happy when you feel its leg softly caressing your belly in a cotton’s kick. Ah!
Those ten months. Mmm.
Every parent wishes for a baby who is better than her/him. Someone who will carry forward their name. Someone who will stand up to the test that time throws at them. Someone who is beautiful. Someone about whom, you can stand up and proudly announce, “Thats my child!” Someone who is moulded exactly like you, except without those few hollies hither and tither. And with a few more positive traits as well.
But poetry is only poetry, nothing more, nothing less.
The baby is a product of her/his karma, not of her/his parents’ desires. Thus the baby grows in her/his way, despite the parent’s influence.And finally, when the baby is born, the parents are eager for her/him to grow up. To see what (s)he is like. Does (s)he look like me? Does (s)he have my nose? And finally when the child does grow up, lets just hope its a child of their dreams, shall we…
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Ineterstingly, I’m pregnant. I have to go through this for ten months. And I wonder… I wonder what kind of baby I’m going to have. Better than me? Worse than me? Better how? Worse how? Will my ‘friends’ accept her/him. Why would they?
Would (s)he be able to do the work I’m doing today? To complete it?
I’m scared. I’m anxious. Just like any other parent.
Ten months… Ten months, which can either be made special and beautiful, or horribly killing self-esteem.
The only little difference is that, the child and the parent, both, am I.
As tremulous delicate sparks of water platters on the glass above,
I wish,
I were out in the rain in Fredrikstad.
Out in the rain, out in the rain, out in the rain in Fredrikstad.
A village with a soul of truimphant serene;
Calmly quelling sapien worries in its green;
As the ducks silently quack, and get away,
And trees gently dance, to the wind’s sway…
I wish,
I were out in the rain in Fredrikstad.
In Fredrikstad, in Fredrikstad, out in the rain in Fredrikstad.
Because of change, I am afraid,
And that which I had dread, has in my path fate laid.
Because I am simply away,
And others, with them, might have their say.
And I am jealous…
I wish,
Out in the rain in Fredrikstad, I were,
The rain, the rain, out in the rain, in Fredrikstad.
A village oh beauty’s name,
A life, oh those cobblestone lanes!
Oh lovely Fredrikstad…
I wish,
I were out on your streets, as it gently rained,
I wish I were out in the rain in Fredrikstad.
And those drops of change, might wash away,
And make me one with Mother Nature again.
And in oneness, might I find myself perhaps,
And run my yearned for laps…
I wish,
I were out in the rain in Fredrikstad,
Out in the streets of Fredrikstad.
Let myself be carried away,
As She loves and cares, and makes my day,
And worries – they no longer make their say!
But… The feeling but remains…
I wish.
The rain, out in Fredrikstad,
Well, I wish I were out in it…
Out in the rain in Fredrikstad.
Oh love, oh beauty, out in the rain in Fredrikstad.
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Neo Garfield
Wednesday, 26 August, 2009, 4:11AM.
The day after the day after the land.
Day 2, Day 3
People are a beautiful,
And this land, oh, sweet lemon and love,
Oh oh, here Mother is so strong,
Forever She sings her beauty’s song!
But Her loving power in my homeland I miss,
And in Her beauty here, that power not I fear.
But never mind all that, for here to see,
To love, to find, to feel and to be;
Is much much more, and truly whole!
Beautiful people, already?! I muse.
Wow that was quick! For me, so obtuse!
Hmmm…
Unpleasant being,
Revelations strong,
The obvious stated,
A click, a restart;
And then;
Towards more my self, I flow,
To let love, beauty show.
A whirlpool in within;
Yon land’s beauty’s sing;
Learning, and fun to top it all;
With the cherry: beautiful people in the hall;
Sigh. Contradictions, of Mr/Ms fate again.
Lets see where (S)He leads this time.
Missing you. You know who.
23rd August, 2009
Charles De Gaulle – Paris. Ew.
Oslo! Wow! A movie? So Beautiful! So one with nature!
Opera house, town hall, parliament, palace… Tram… Italian Pizza on the grass…
On the train to Fredrikstad. A nice taxi driver. The hotel…
Excited co-participants. First taste of Norwegian bread.
Toilet paper!!! Open baths! Aiiyyyy!!!!
What a day.
But then.. Maybe.. I should stop?
