tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63299695485454321052024-03-14T12:10:34.376+09:00innerjourney english/ german vers.daya's blog about her innerjouney, thoughts and learnings. also information about her work around the world.
I am writing first in English, the German text is UNDER the English text.dayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960612010191851600noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329969548545432105.post-80151955318662206472011-10-11T22:40:00.000+09:002011-10-11T22:40:58.734+09:00magic of " time"the last journal was written more than 1 years ago.
time is flowing very quick!
what did I done between this 20 month??
time is a magic
I am living in a pararell world
there is many different time-flow, in each world.
but I feel the 20 month,
my English became bad again.
I lost the training to write in English
and how fast can it go away from my memory...:(
it is time to come back and re-try.
to remember.
this is a test entry
for my re-entry into this blog.
dayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960612010191851600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329969548545432105.post-74831898316302875742010-01-17T16:44:00.002+09:002010-01-17T16:50:13.274+09:00manifesto<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVzwjMac91e8GbaPaDweODTGNIdkYX0vQ6F796q7FYOsOZAsXAK2J9hxZFGkYTALkcTqvCFLirzpmPwu9dffn2WfSXANLJHJmAz_roT0C2B30uiAQjiMIz3fqZh0epmPuP1lEdMpmHscw7/s1600-h/10-01-15_15-03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVzwjMac91e8GbaPaDweODTGNIdkYX0vQ6F796q7FYOsOZAsXAK2J9hxZFGkYTALkcTqvCFLirzpmPwu9dffn2WfSXANLJHJmAz_roT0C2B30uiAQjiMIz3fqZh0epmPuP1lEdMpmHscw7/s320/10-01-15_15-03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427611673078091682" /></a>- I will stay in my silent space and will keep watching my inner fire.<div>- I will let go every "I should..." inside me</div><div>- I will let my fear and avery other heavy negative happenings inside me go and will keep going my journey more free and light.</div>dayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960612010191851600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329969548545432105.post-77685628410448327402010-01-05T21:02:00.001+09:002010-01-05T21:06:44.364+09:00HAPPY NEW YEAR<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnrLASab7XxAfefXW9dT8oY9QrXhPL_MuXwLeCaUU3cgCQmC_JGHVmNyA5X4J-onLU1O_9PHbiFBabCa-ByaD7tqO49CoiVPWUBgBsfwE0_cRYMs8ZErblE0M3BLYo4hd1k-BKo-56r_DO/s1600-h/IMG_2258-3.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnrLASab7XxAfefXW9dT8oY9QrXhPL_MuXwLeCaUU3cgCQmC_JGHVmNyA5X4J-onLU1O_9PHbiFBabCa-ByaD7tqO49CoiVPWUBgBsfwE0_cRYMs8ZErblE0M3BLYo4hd1k-BKo-56r_DO/s320/IMG_2258-3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; ">Dear friends, dear earth, dear me,</div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; ">I wish you all very very happy new year.</div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; ">let's welcome lots of love, happiness, luck in your life.</div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; ">we are born to become happy.</div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; ">we are allowed, to be happy.</div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; ">if you can give space for your happiness,</div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; ">you can give space to the other for their happiness.</div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; ">If you can love yourself,</div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; ">than, you know how to love the other people.</div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; ">take care of your body,</div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; ">take care of your heart,</div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; ">take care of your life.</div>dayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960612010191851600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329969548545432105.post-79353939719340864182009-11-14T08:39:00.002+09:002009-11-14T08:40:51.091+09:00pictures from israel & palestinehere you can see few pictures of my journey in Israel and Palestine during the world work seminar @ <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Nazareth</span><div><br /></div><div>both cities are mostly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Muslims</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Christians</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; "><table style="width:194px;"><tr><td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/daya358/2009_11wwisrael_nazarethBetlehemPalestine?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_os6nZhksYTo/Sv3feVfhfcE/AAAAAAAACH4/sO6wq0GHpEI/s160-c/2009_11wwisrael_nazarethBetlehemPalestine.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/daya358/2009_11wwisrael_nazarethBetlehemPalestine?feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;">2009_11<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">wwisrael</span>_<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">nazareth</span>&<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">betlehem</span>, Palestine</a></td></tr></table></span></div>dayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960612010191851600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329969548545432105.post-19878629683890562832009-11-14T07:18:00.002+09:002009-11-14T07:45:41.047+09:00todays learning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAvCOgfKNrJU5pLyYFqorolQgdYQoHJu7aZBULwv2QFh2qDgrBiPMPVKnX0zCFJUXLQ9Al3dOllDyg1xcGx13KCo2p_lEjizOV15hSEz8CTxVqjiP4tC4deLPpWr4-zPcRmn1ZKGmszUpp/s1600-h/IMG_1881.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAvCOgfKNrJU5pLyYFqorolQgdYQoHJu7aZBULwv2QFh2qDgrBiPMPVKnX0zCFJUXLQ9Al3dOllDyg1xcGx13KCo2p_lEjizOV15hSEz8CTxVqjiP4tC4deLPpWr4-zPcRmn1ZKGmszUpp/s320/IMG_1881.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403717182886349282" /></a><br /><div>for understand the world conflict,</div><div>you have to know about you inner conflict.</div><div><br /></div><div>become to be able to work on your inner world work,</div><div>you can effect the field so much.</div><div><br /></div><div>the edgy parts on the field comes up through the dream and body symptoms, so if we can pick it up internal, we can give the field back the parts, through yourself, without working on the middle of the group.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>dayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960612010191851600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329969548545432105.post-8664479194899981582009-11-02T03:42:00.002+09:002009-11-02T03:47:25.418+09:00we have to include and respect children<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTvOTbnN-YdFRe6ltGARsHDnm_Ua2zNC0KrsdevDy35mRTs9DNbwcSWIfGQ0Zcd2Tle-0jEYatN5DK0v3aQvz9d2nxr8crC8Yraupp26SA6Fc29KwbLO2a4ZZKL05HaVLZN1jV9KH5duE4/s1600-h/IMG_1512.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTvOTbnN-YdFRe6ltGARsHDnm_Ua2zNC0KrsdevDy35mRTs9DNbwcSWIfGQ0Zcd2Tle-0jEYatN5DK0v3aQvz9d2nxr8crC8Yraupp26SA6Fc29KwbLO2a4ZZKL05HaVLZN1jV9KH5duE4/s320/IMG_1512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399207672277606194" /></a>children should be included in our future life and actions naturally.<div>in a society, where the children have no space and no respect , there is no future.</div><div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; ">You can find powerful women and happy children in a healthy society</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; ">Celebrate the Earth</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; ">celebrate the life,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; ">do what you like and have fun.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; "><br /></p></span></div></div>dayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960612010191851600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329969548545432105.post-74620584296821761562009-09-30T20:26:00.003+09:002009-09-30T21:01:33.770+09:00missing you<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5WkN8DIydDFCDsJEwqRUP0WvyroVPiPKRmRkBDVKi_Yh9bVYl9y2JPGSbAZFD9lUfJa-8wWiiyGu4G5_N0Z-vdPlxCVWUBArdCP5NEjNw8nk0_P_chkcABdsDSz9JLjFSyXMeDs8B3Yt3/s1600-h/IMG_1103-1.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLyZ439Xke5FCEQ77zc8ZOVX3zuYJ67C9m_Hnqc31Ss4BpiqW-G8ljvcc2uXY1SasoVa7XqSoRdo4IylVkP4NSPVVZRyOAd92PRg7C3DlpHHwr4dVuoxRzs-0OGWWcnE8jN-v6h1b1ZAwd/s1600-h/IMG_1034+(2)-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLyZ439Xke5FCEQ77zc8ZOVX3zuYJ67C9m_Hnqc31Ss4BpiqW-G8ljvcc2uXY1SasoVa7XqSoRdo4IylVkP4NSPVVZRyOAd92PRg7C3DlpHHwr4dVuoxRzs-0OGWWcnE8jN-v6h1b1ZAwd/s320/IMG_1034+(2)-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387220688977664594" /></a><br /><div>it is too far away</div><div>it is too expensive </div><div>why I can not visit you more easyly?</div><div><br /></div><div>I am thinking and hoping</div><div>to see you all again</div><div><br /></div><div>on the same time</div><div>my life here is too diffcult to go away</div><div><br /></div><div>I miss you so much </div><div>I miss you all so strongly</div><div><br /></div><div>I do not know why am I here in another peace of the world?</div><div><br /></div><div>watching the picture and thinking of you all</div><div>hugging and missing you so much</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5WkN8DIydDFCDsJEwqRUP0WvyroVPiPKRmRkBDVKi_Yh9bVYl9y2JPGSbAZFD9lUfJa-8wWiiyGu4G5_N0Z-vdPlxCVWUBArdCP5NEjNw8nk0_P_chkcABdsDSz9JLjFSyXMeDs8B3Yt3/s320/IMG_1103-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387228598661420386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div>dayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960612010191851600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329969548545432105.post-48789623027884118942009-09-29T10:35:00.004+09:002009-09-29T10:43:53.841+09:00happy bridge<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR4p-_P92O14K94LCAa54rpTODng_8EYa8fkHovjCv3uqcwZ8Y2vFUpjDfwAxwIC2iyFzgk64Sakipi3ThJiDiFWYnvALUrCeHXiB_ZSR69wbK01P7ehCryOvKfZ2ZSDwcif5I_TkIurCM/s1600-h/IMG_1190.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR4p-_P92O14K94LCAa54rpTODng_8EYa8fkHovjCv3uqcwZ8Y2vFUpjDfwAxwIC2iyFzgk64Sakipi3ThJiDiFWYnvALUrCeHXiB_ZSR69wbK01P7ehCryOvKfZ2ZSDwcif5I_TkIurCM/s320/IMG_1190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386697915817722098" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3GG2iz5zfjhZEVrZ_ZkYRqIl2Pu0NlvU3992NesW2jAi5ek-rQKRkwZdcQQzSnWZOvzXgkGV9G2_GY4kD_O7Db1ApINdX8EHZSNL9nRuWJzsi-EuEQm6BwQbHZlGKhQYApisXMQDUIAKI/s1600-h/IMG_1189.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3GG2iz5zfjhZEVrZ_ZkYRqIl2Pu0NlvU3992NesW2jAi5ek-rQKRkwZdcQQzSnWZOvzXgkGV9G2_GY4kD_O7Db1ApINdX8EHZSNL9nRuWJzsi-EuEQm6BwQbHZlGKhQYApisXMQDUIAKI/s320/IMG_1189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386697447878650546" /></a><br /><div>YOU are the person who makes the decision to cross the happy bridge or not. </div><div><br /></div><div>It is your way and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">choice</span>, to go deeper or not to meet the god of truth. </div><div><br /></div><div>It is YOU and nobody else.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is YOUR life, and it is so wonderful.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(pic: "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Kouhuku</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bashi</span>" @ <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Fukushima</span>, a north part of Japan. it means "happy bridge".)<br /><div><div><br /></div></div></div>dayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960612010191851600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329969548545432105.post-12155113643565687902009-09-15T09:16:00.007+09:002009-09-15T09:35:35.083+09:00inner mother<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXxCUWxeMFkIWFVycodsueDhPvio1uwJ97x_9gvA0kSCPbhS3Wh2IhJXulQiCd4PPUj3pMQ9xAF7m87MPb2ZyFWw_g-bihxvIk-e8jNfJSYood3BZoIihJoqlzUBFDU76JB65IzdDD_t1I/s1600-h/IMG_1029.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXxCUWxeMFkIWFVycodsueDhPvio1uwJ97x_9gvA0kSCPbhS3Wh2IhJXulQiCd4PPUj3pMQ9xAF7m87MPb2ZyFWw_g-bihxvIk-e8jNfJSYood3BZoIihJoqlzUBFDU76JB65IzdDD_t1I/s320/IMG_1029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381482370237185138" /></a>I feel often my "inner mother",<div>a voice who <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">said</span> again and again,</div><div>"it is not good enough".</div><div><br /></div><div>Everything what I am doing could be better.</div><div>After every work, some other work what I could do is popping up in my mind.</div><div><br /></div><div>critic</div><div>pressure</div><div>voice who knows much more than me what is better.</div><div><br /></div><div>after years of work</div><div>I can use my critical voices more useful for me</div><div>and get more creative <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">information</span> through it.</div><div><br /></div><div>but sometimes I wish</div><div>"please, just be quiet!"</div><div><br /></div><div>it is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">enough</span></span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>I need more acceptance for what I am doing.</div><div>Please mom, say first</div><div>"good job!"</div><div><br /></div><div>than,</div><div><br /></div><div>you can tell me the next thing. </div><div><br /></div><div>So I work and work and work hard</div><div>more and more,</div><div>try to be better</div><div>and still have the feeling</div><div>" I did nothing".</div><div><br /></div><div>my inner mother is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ancered</span></span></span> so deeply inside me.</div><div><br /></div><div>even I am sitting alone,</div><div>I am with my inner mother.</div><div><br /></div><div>to stop this, </div><div><div>the silent meditation was too silent,</div><div> there was too much space for my inner mother's voice. </div><div><br /></div></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">OSHO's</span></span></span> meditation was helpful</div><div>it brought me out from this spiral</div><div>my body was more busy for shaking and dancing and screaming </div><div>after that, the silent arrived.</div><div>finally, I could feel peace.</div><div><br /></div><div>and me?</div><div>as a mother?</div><div><br /></div><div>I realize the inner mother in my son</div><div>more and more</div><div>this is me and this is not me.</div><div><br /></div><div>I wish so much to avoid creating more inner mother inside my son but it is so difficult</div><div>and how can I stop it before I get free from mine??</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>dayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960612010191851600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329969548545432105.post-76270704317594748782009-09-07T00:28:00.004+09:002009-09-07T00:35:22.745+09:00relationships<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifFn1Tl5bDlmPEd_MWgkexPPpmHpz2JIAk9DFqrRqDqLgcT63h43zlAJxlhDGQsO3ZUOYV8rSjUIBYtv99Zmd9Gxck-n65bZYcyBVrtOA6eBvvA6JmgGNn3754YmBglytNTj5oxfYKWc9P/s1600-h/IMG_0985.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifFn1Tl5bDlmPEd_MWgkexPPpmHpz2JIAk9DFqrRqDqLgcT63h43zlAJxlhDGQsO3ZUOYV8rSjUIBYtv99Zmd9Gxck-n65bZYcyBVrtOA6eBvvA6JmgGNn3754YmBglytNTj5oxfYKWc9P/s320/IMG_0985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378376875239364562" /></a><br /><div>relationships is a pipeline to feel <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">warmth</span> and connection to the others. </div><div><br /></div><div>relationships can be also very painful and difficult.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have both kind of relationships, oh yes, I do!</div><div><br /></div><div>and how much I have! both of them!</div><div><br /></div><div>but I know, it is not black and white.</div><div><br /></div><div>we can feel and life this two different energy in the same time.</div><div><br /></div><div>and THAT makes our life so interesting, so deep and complicated!</div><div><br /></div><div>without THAT, it will be flat and boring.</div><div><br /></div><div>nice and safe but like a plastic.</div><div><br /></div><div>Depends your <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">decision</span> in that moment, </div><div><br /></div><div>you can make your moment so juicy or so dry.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is just your <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">decision</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>cheers for human being.</div>dayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960612010191851600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329969548545432105.post-43962445317969809032009-09-05T03:06:00.003+09:002009-09-05T03:29:46.303+09:00let me cry<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4B_2pf8B8YpfClWGsfnuV61zjtjpUX9yiOKtCKC4SZnRFUG0RSKe01Q7icwceWp7I0FfSm2WPDEsgGO7NLXNuEv5PwQuYP8B3-G7von6Tgjir_ZLaqqgyNIdG9xdzql0pjSDnRQ9D0ir/s1600-h/IMG_0966.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4B_2pf8B8YpfClWGsfnuV61zjtjpUX9yiOKtCKC4SZnRFUG0RSKe01Q7icwceWp7I0FfSm2WPDEsgGO7NLXNuEv5PwQuYP8B3-G7von6Tgjir_ZLaqqgyNIdG9xdzql0pjSDnRQ9D0ir/s320/IMG_0966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377678487302828002" /></a><br /><div>If the pain is not giving enough space,</div><div>it turns to anger.</div><div><br /></div><div>And it will fight for making space for the pain.</div><div><br /></div><div>Why it is so painful?</div><div><br /></div><div>Because I truted you.</div><div>I believed in you.</div><div><br /></div><div>I gave you so much from me.</div><div>I gave you too much from me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Much more than, what I could give you.</div><div><br /></div><div>Disappointed, sad and painful</div><div><br /></div><div>to realize,</div><div><br /></div><div>that I saw you in the way</div><div>how I wanted to see you.</div><div><br /></div><div>I gave you so much,</div><div>because I wanted so much.</div><div><br /></div><div>I was blind,</div><div>I could not see it then.</div><div><br /></div><div>After soo long time</div><div>after everything is now broken </div><div>and nothing is left</div><div><br /></div><div>I can see it.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is so painful.</div><div>It is so sad.</div><div><br /></div><div>What I can do now is to cry for the pain</div><div>and welcome the new point of view.</div><div><br /></div><div>let me cry </div><div>let me cry</div><div><br /></div><div>let me be angry</div><div><br /></div><div>let me be angry with me.</div><div><br /></div><div>let me cry first</div><div><br /></div><div>than, tomorrow</div><div><br /></div><div>I can come back to me and to my power.</div><div><br /></div><div>but just now...</div><div><br /></div><div>let me cry</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>dayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960612010191851600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329969548545432105.post-9267365365258008542009-09-02T17:58:00.003+09:002009-09-02T22:21:51.081+09:00the beauty of life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdYB2PwZBJ2di4Yb9Mq0q1y5wu-GkIS6tSwz6TX0NqddW4T3wo0D49255PIGjfbOk26tD5-VA8VchwyUeJA7-zdM65YmtGNfCmAGXFkOcePFTI-YUTfvpiKiArzKLF0l4EbO6Q6yeHVGs/s1600-h/IMG_0967.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdYB2PwZBJ2di4Yb9Mq0q1y5wu-GkIS6tSwz6TX0NqddW4T3wo0D49255PIGjfbOk26tD5-VA8VchwyUeJA7-zdM65YmtGNfCmAGXFkOcePFTI-YUTfvpiKiArzKLF0l4EbO6Q6yeHVGs/s320/IMG_0967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376792163962164050" /></a><div><div><br /></div><div>in every moment, what ever kind of moment</div><div><br /></div><div>it is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">OK</span> how it is</div><div><br /></div><div>I know, this moment is happening</div><div>because it has some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">special</span> meaning.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nothing is no-meaning</div><div>and everything is no-meaning.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the different moments with different emotions,</div><div>pararell to it deep deep underneath</div><div>I feel some water flowing</div><div>the water's wave is shining and make curves</div><div><br /></div><div>the flow of life </div><div><br /></div><div>it is so beautiful</div><div>it is just beautiful.</div><div> </div></div>dayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960612010191851600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329969548545432105.post-26384523064594708612009-08-31T19:04:00.005+09:002009-08-31T19:38:46.163+09:00comparing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOY-6m5Ceaf1xbz7NTyFthrGANEA6PU-uVLqR0aizhJMXh-6wmdr3zGRBQIvScR9b8VFbjbF9QPtQnj3A5FVFbB5ZDGQ65D0lyss-g8OGdkL1FD7U5RPYKpGH2vYk6xan4O0P9xucjPhpy/s1600-h/IMG_0156.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOY-6m5Ceaf1xbz7NTyFthrGANEA6PU-uVLqR0aizhJMXh-6wmdr3zGRBQIvScR9b8VFbjbF9QPtQnj3A5FVFbB5ZDGQ65D0lyss-g8OGdkL1FD7U5RPYKpGH2vYk6xan4O0P9xucjPhpy/s320/IMG_0156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376071198330574530" /></a><br />tomorrow, son's school will start.<div>FINALLY!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>here, without some network or community where I can go (and feel home), to be just with my son gets me crazy.</div><div>Specially after the huge space and lovely friends,</div><div>you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">automatically</span> compare with that situation and </div><div>the stress feels like much more.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, "COMPARING". </div><div>that's makes my feeling often so complicated.</div><div><br /></div><div>Where I learned to compare?</div><div>Since when, I am comparing myself with the other or with something what I do not have?</div><div><br /></div><div>In Japanese, we say</div><div>"the grass garden from the neighbor looks nicer then mine".</div><div><br /></div><div>Today, was my comparing day!</div><div>that means, I felt very bad and not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">satisfied</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>I used all my skills and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">knowledge</span> about my bad mood and my anger.</div><div><br /></div><div>But, I gave up.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am angry today.</div><div><br /></div><div>Angry to few specific people,</div><div>angry about the situation,</div><div>angry about the world</div><div>but most angry </div><div>I was with myself.</div><div><br /></div><div>and THAT made me feel much more bad.</div><div><br /></div><div>I felt, the being supported me </div><div>and sent me so many people.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I thought,</div><div>here is nobody to meet,</div><div>I got some message that a friend has tomorrow free so we can meet.</div><div><br /></div><div>Another friend we made an appointment on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Friday</span> for lunch.</div><div><br /></div><div>And I hear a voice</div><div>"you see, what YOU have?"</div><div><br /></div><div>yes, I do.</div><div>and now, I feel better.</div><div><br /></div><div>comparing makes me blind</div><div>what I can and what I have.</div><div>Who I really am.</div><div><br /></div><div>(the picture is "OH-card", </div><div>a very nice tool to connect with your unique intuition and your own feeling.</div><div>I am introducing this unique card in Japan.)</div><div><br /></div>dayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960612010191851600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329969548545432105.post-7408854332009643492009-08-29T21:55:00.005+09:002009-08-29T22:21:00.941+09:00diving deeper and deeper.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWmw1x9gQ_YKk46r05PcPTNgtqcOCou0skDQ5YGl96bdQnVY92zS6yQQkDDP84z1-ZmLSAORRBVCbD3Pgg8u4k0B3_HTAm0hLXNrCXyw2UDqR_ndh0ifdRkuUdoPn_wtC8SrHV8A-UFhRm/s1600-h/IMG_1172.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWmw1x9gQ_YKk46r05PcPTNgtqcOCou0skDQ5YGl96bdQnVY92zS6yQQkDDP84z1-ZmLSAORRBVCbD3Pgg8u4k0B3_HTAm0hLXNrCXyw2UDqR_ndh0ifdRkuUdoPn_wtC8SrHV8A-UFhRm/s320/IMG_1172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375373716139466898" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">today, I did not sleep.</div><div>the first few days , it was very high</div><div>and now, more and more, </div><div>with my tiredness and the warm air here in Tokyo </div><div>and the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">loneliness</span> and to get the powerful energy of my son for all day as a only one adult in this tiny little house ( his school will start next month),</div><div>I feel some strong <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">heaviness</span> is putting me down,</div><div>low mood</div><div>low power</div><div>no hope</div><div>no dream</div><div>to the darkness</div><div>deep deep down...</div><div><br /></div><div>I am scared to become depressed and not get out again.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have that often after my visit in Israel.</div><div><br /></div><div>What is this?</div><div><br /></div><div>I have to know more about it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I want to know more about it.</div><div><br /></div><div>but don't worry, I am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">OK</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>I know this part inside me.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is not new, this up and down.</div><div><br /></div><div>And with process work, I learned to serve the wave of my mood.</div><div><br /></div><div>I know meditation, that helps me also in difficult times.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is like the relationship between the ocean and the moon.</div><div><br /></div><div>I know, it has some clear regular rules there,</div><div>but I can not understand it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">clearly</span>, but I know it and I feel it.</div><div><br /></div><div>The same feeling with my up and down.</div><div>I know, there would be some tendency and some timings</div><div>and I understand it more and more,</div><div>but still, I just know and I just feel it.</div><div><br /></div><div>The most <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">dangerous</span> key is to feel isolated.</div><div>and lose the hope.</div><div><br /></div><div>I think, it is not just in my case???</div><div><br /></div><div>So, I remember the power from the Arab people in Palestine.</div><div><br /></div><div>In every situation, they said</div><div><br /></div><div>" no problem"</div><div><br /></div><div>and find some other way.</div><div><br /></div><div>The power, the energy, the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">belive</span> and the strong wish to reach something.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was amazing.....</div><div><br /></div><div>How can they????</div><div><br /></div><div>I saw many connection with the family, with the community, with friends, and with the GOD (ALLAH).</div><div><br /></div><div>Relationship and connection with the other, and the big connection with something spiritual.</div><div><br /></div><div>Good to know...</div><div><br /></div><div>Depends on where you are focused and where you are standing, the view is different.</div><div><br /></div><div>If I feel very down,</div><div>I know I can see just very close to me, and there is no distance.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I see myself from a distance, or from a different level, different time frame....my scared feeling change a little.</div><div><br /></div><div>and also, I think, it is for me now <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">important</span> to go deeper and deeper....</div><div><br /></div><div>what is happening to you is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">every time</span> with some deep meaning.</div><div><br /></div><div>every happenings are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">necessary</span> for your life.</div><div><br /></div><div>just few moments, few days, few years after, if you see back, you can see it and understand, why it is happening to you.</div><div><br /></div><div>I know this magic.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, I know.</div><div><br /></div><div>And the most <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">important</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">awareness</span> for a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">German</span> culture part in my is taking the thing too seriously....</div><div>remember it, remember it.....</div><div><br /></div><div>"live is too <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">important</span> to be taken seriously",</div><div> told my master <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">OSHO</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxOjSn86TDgcvx2hBE7CZrXfNtwAyAzbMFhcfwrl9wHHN3ysVKYPVuRoO1XJTLB5kXILrScGmo4c1a9NdedT3-kSnqHXz_7kiu1AC7AVWP6rljvr09VlriV_grsX2T_e7FPPBSzcGPXSH7/s1600-h/IMG_1143-1.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxOjSn86TDgcvx2hBE7CZrXfNtwAyAzbMFhcfwrl9wHHN3ysVKYPVuRoO1XJTLB5kXILrScGmo4c1a9NdedT3-kSnqHXz_7kiu1AC7AVWP6rljvr09VlriV_grsX2T_e7FPPBSzcGPXSH7/s320/IMG_1143-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375373226821689858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div> </div>dayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960612010191851600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329969548545432105.post-50636844692168835072009-08-29T01:52:00.004+09:002009-08-29T22:23:01.219+09:00being in a familiar space<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeMK16RWyhcyKrK-indq1-5ZfCkmNSMxi8c3TFb_SPX1TVkSbyVmvaKmgkYSdsm_UOVINKlnzOTjjyabu-QG8R39mrh8OtOU58jaIfnOAXpZepnPYmb_PBmWtR6i8tmx70MgUypUcjtQbG/s1600-h/IMG_0944.JPG"></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdeWcnyGOGDwV7HQgXJQpZlx3TisaF87aJRkB2_G9fsBBC_1iGUhFNqw0Cqn-RgGQrhigpJZ9U2qTm6EHlOEwX02DDW-Nap6TwdI5_s6YeC_p-4_oxf6jEK4I8-ChuzQDMk_wv5KQ787Ei/s1600-h/IMG_0943.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdeWcnyGOGDwV7HQgXJQpZlx3TisaF87aJRkB2_G9fsBBC_1iGUhFNqw0Cqn-RgGQrhigpJZ9U2qTm6EHlOEwX02DDW-Nap6TwdI5_s6YeC_p-4_oxf6jEK4I8-ChuzQDMk_wv5KQ787Ei/s320/IMG_0943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375058830063555138" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Since I am back in Japan, </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I am trying to keep the connection with the people around the world.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">It is nice to stay in touch with my friends in different part of the earth.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Also to speak/ write English, German, Swiss-German next to Japanese is a very balanced feeling for me as a third culture kid.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Today, I went to buy some food.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">The fridge was empty.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I went with my car to a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">depo</span>-shop from a very strict co-op and bought there <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">vegetable</span> and some meat for my son ( I am 98% <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">vegetarian</span>). </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">After that, I went to buy in a usual supermarket some products what I know there is not so much differences and you can get there <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">cheaper</span>.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Than, I went to a Tofu shop, a little old shop <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">owned</span> from a old <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Japanese</span> man (her wife died last year...so sad) and bought his delicious Tofu with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Japanese</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Basile</span> in it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">This is a speciality from this shop and I love it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Japanese</span> Tofu is generally very delicious, but THIS tofu-shop is the best. Also many Japanese is fan from this little shop.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">After my walk with my son,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I cooked dinner in my tiny little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">apartment</span>.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Tofu, and cold <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Chinese</span> noodles with lots of veggies.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeMK16RWyhcyKrK-indq1-5ZfCkmNSMxi8c3TFb_SPX1TVkSbyVmvaKmgkYSdsm_UOVINKlnzOTjjyabu-QG8R39mrh8OtOU58jaIfnOAXpZepnPYmb_PBmWtR6i8tmx70MgUypUcjtQbG/s320/IMG_0944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375062597570226370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">It is nice to have my own car and go around to the shop where you know the quality and who is the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">product or</span>. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Being in a familiar space,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">to know how it works,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">you just know it, because you are living here,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">it is a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">comfortable</span> sense.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">It is not about love/ hate, or good/ bad,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">it is just comfortable.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">If I write, "familiar sense",</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I remember my body feeling when I was in Switzerland 3 weeks ago.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">My mind and my emotion was more tense.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I was nervous. I felt some part in me is very tight and my heart was closed at first.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">No wonder, how can I be relaxed to be in a traumatized country, to meet my ex-partner (son's father) and my mom who I also have difficulties to meet???</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">BUT</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I was also aware,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">that my body was relaxed.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Come out from a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">space less</span>, clouded, busy city,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">come out from the crazy humid and hot summer in Japan,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">my body was very happy to be in Switzerland.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">My body knew, remembered how it feels like to be in Switzerland in summer.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">If my body could speak, it will say:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">"Finally back to the place where I feel familiar to!"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I had to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">admit</span>, that I know</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">one part in me was happy that I was back in Switzerland,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> and this part in me was not go away from this place of the world. And it is missing here.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">The huge place, the dry air, the beautiful view and the clean city.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">But, my heart is saying no to it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">My mind is also against it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I will miss my Tofu,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> I will miss my silent what it sometimes lonely in the big city,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> I will miss the lovely way</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> how the teachers are in my son's school</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> ( it is a private school, not a typical Japanese one)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I will miss the view how the people here are for their own.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Yes, I love the silent part what the Japanese people carry inside each of them.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">So during this writing, I found out, I have some conflict between one part of my body and my other part? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Missing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">every time</span> something from the other culture.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I am not looking for a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Utopia</span> place to live.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">It is just painful, to feel my separation.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Specially, because it is a body feeling based experience.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">My body remember the comfortable sense and even <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">after</span> more than 15 years living in Japan,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> my body is still missing the Swiss climate.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">To know the comfortable feeling, that I can miss it, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">it is already a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">privilege</span>.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">To feel it, to be able to explain it, to reach and get it,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">this is my rank (power).</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Through my touching therapy, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I met so many people who does not know about that feeling.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Who even are not connected with the feeling and their emotions and has no idea what is going on in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">them self</span>.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">So many peoples connection between their mind and the body and their soul are broken.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">BUT,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">just broken. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">It is there. They are connected.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">The people's body knows, just, they are not aware of it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">And there are so many people who can not be and stay in their familiar land.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Me ether, even I wish to stay in Switzerland, I lost my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">long term</span> visa and I have like the other the tourist visa.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Even, when I grow up there and my main part is very Swiss...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Who is making this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">decision</span> and who has the right to say yes and no to the other, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">that you can stay or that they has to go?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I feel some anger about it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">My anger is deep and very slow and silent.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">being in a familiar space, is a "rank".</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">be able to feel it , is also a "rank".</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">how can I share my rank with the other?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Tokyo, 3am in the morning</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">still <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">jedleged</span> and my body is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">living</span> the Israeli time....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">....maybe still the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Swiss</span> time????</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>dayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960612010191851600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329969548545432105.post-19968807168337336132009-08-27T14:29:00.003+09:002009-08-27T15:04:29.669+09:00me, projected as the dead sea<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVAp1OV3GPXHOxBFE4OyMu-8VqxPbsj9VbrMarIoxNKhaiaqrnfdy48C4ftPG667qM71egWsFgNT-FzcPTtEQuD_1w32lZuDNGgz05XWUzJsacA_ap0WB4wb9xLP4pI4XgnDdYb1VUIumw/s1600-h/IMG_1067.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVAp1OV3GPXHOxBFE4OyMu-8VqxPbsj9VbrMarIoxNKhaiaqrnfdy48C4ftPG667qM71egWsFgNT-FzcPTtEQuD_1w32lZuDNGgz05XWUzJsacA_ap0WB4wb9xLP4pI4XgnDdYb1VUIumw/s320/IMG_1067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374511650567985202" /></a><br /><div>I feel sometimes like the dead sea.</div><div>There is too much salt, and there is no fish.</div><div>Salt is important for human being, but too much, we do not need.</div><div><br /></div><div>If I heard that, </div><div>I thought , it is like me.</div><div><br /></div><div>too much salt in the dead sea,</div><div>too much feeling inside myself.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have many feelings, not only nice one.</div><div>and yes, human being has feelings</div><div>but everybody is trying hardly to feel "light",</div><div>not too much feelings.</div><div>it is easier to life in our society if you not feel so much.</div><div><br /></div><div>But I feel so much.</div><div>I can not deal with my feelings.</div><div>in my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">younger</span> ages, I ignored my feelings.</div><div>I was like a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">robot</span>, just did what was expected to do.</div><div><br /></div><div>Than, </div><div>I get sick.</div><div>I could not eat anymore.</div><div>I could not sit anymore.</div><div>I could not go to the school.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I started to open my feelings and looked it,</div><div>it was too much.</div><div><br /></div><div>My life from than was, how to deal with my feelings in this world.</div><div><br /></div><div>My heart reacted too much to every thing.</div><div><br />I was thinking, and I was feeling.</div><div><br /></div><div>I get tired of it, and wanted to go.</div><div><br /></div><div>Say good bye to the world.</div><div><br /></div><div>But the TAO brought me back.</div><div><br /></div><div>I could not die.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I kept on , to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">looking</span> for and reaching for a way</div><div>how I could balance my feeling, here in this world.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was not easy, my way.</div><div><br /></div><div>But the answer was simple.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Just , let it be."</div><div><br /></div><div>When I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">could</span> find in myself the space where I could be silent and just give space for the emotions, for the feelings, for the reactions inside me.</div><div><br /></div><div>I just watching and observing how busy they are moving.</div><div><br /></div><div>And feel it. the deep deep feeling. and right now, I am amazed how deep a human beings feeling can be. </div><div><br /></div><div>In my old days, it was a problem. </div><div>That I have many feelings and that I could not ignore it, </div><div><div>I thought so long time that it makes my life so hard.</div><div>I had a complex that I feel too much.</div><div><br /></div><div>I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">criticized</span> myself of it, </div><div>I thought, I am wrong in some way, that I feel like that.</div><div><br /></div><div>And closed my door of my heart.</div><div><br /></div><div>For so long long time.</div><div><br /></div><div>But now, </div><div>I know how deep the feeling can be.</div><div>And how beautiful it is, the feeling of each of us.</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel, that I got the mission in this life to support people to allow giving space for their feelings. </div><div>My whole life was the training for that.</div><div>I am now not afraid anymore to feel the deep emotions.</div><div>exiting one</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">beautiful</span> and nice feelings,</div><div>but also </div><div>anger</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">loneliness</span></div><div>fear</div><div>unknown.....</div><div><br /></div><div>Since I can see my role in this world,</div><div>I also can love my way and my deep feeling inside me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe that is why I love the dead sea so much.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, it is to salty and there is no fish or life, like the other lakes or oceans.</div><div>But there is some uniqueness.</div><div>We can flow there on the water.</div><div>and the mud are very healing, the water too.</div><div>I heard, that the sunshine is also special and the people who are allergy to the sun, they also can be there.</div><div><br /></div><div>There is space and fun, that you can not find in other places around the world.</div><div><br /></div><div>And if I apply this view to myself,</div><div>to be like me, with this whole deep emotions can maybe also for some people useful. </div><div>Maybe also me can be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">useful</span> for somebody else.</div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe I should give more space for the lonely feelings, because of the uniqueness??</div><div><br /></div><div>Cheers for each of us, we all are unique and the only one in this wonderful world.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div></div>dayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960612010191851600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329969548545432105.post-31464318360086657172009-08-27T02:37:00.006+09:002009-08-27T05:38:58.435+09:00back home in Tokyo and thinking, where is my home?<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPIQvDe01zQBC4S3pCa3y9ctLo7aUKMI-oQrP1V43wNXtzwIBLs6xafSplGXqCCMU83jtzPpauEGr0Zzl-ck5mbL4QGn5J95lHaIQ-nYaafaaYUa3bHLeqgygXL_RaVgFl7K4Ap7UIMgw3/s1600-h/IMG_1045.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNIGlEzqVarwMnyK9Scqh3CnHdIey5Ws7jcTfyx-2eTyDrwFzLeWB2CTUN4OA8pGpuUBIJmu1eIBr-H_P4Mn1yH_ThfBvDAh4TeYUd0rhjC-rTNtRNM3Iwax4vTdS3IpFvGfXbX0SuQWiL/s1600-h/IMG_1060+(2).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNIGlEzqVarwMnyK9Scqh3CnHdIey5Ws7jcTfyx-2eTyDrwFzLeWB2CTUN4OA8pGpuUBIJmu1eIBr-H_P4Mn1yH_ThfBvDAh4TeYUd0rhjC-rTNtRNM3Iwax4vTdS3IpFvGfXbX0SuQWiL/s320/IMG_1060+(2).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374344924109466690" /></a><br />The time is flowing.<div>I am already back in Tokyo.</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Unbelievable</span> that one week is over in Israel.</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Unbelievable</span> that I was away for more than 3 weeks.</div><div><br /></div><div>The little tiny apartment in Tokyo was waiting for us.</div><div>I feel home and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">comfortable</span> to have a place which is "mine". </div><div>Drive a car which is also "mine".</div><div><br /></div><div>To understand the language, to know how it works here in this place.</div><div>On the same time, I miss so much my friends, the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">comfortable</span> place what my friends gave me, the big deep warm love what I got from them, and I miss the distance from my "reality"....</div><div><br /></div><div>no, it is not true, "my reality" is everywhere, anytime is my reality there....</div><div>but there is some excuse not to do what I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">usually</span> have to do. </div><div>here, is more connection with the outer world. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have to pay my bills,</div><div> I have to do with my registrations here,</div><div>here is my son's school, </div><div>at this moment, Japan is where I do my work <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">basically</span>. </div><div><br /></div><div>And specially in Japan, </div><div>I miss a community where I can feel connected.</div><div>Specially in Tokyo, I feel so lonely.</div><div><br /></div><div>I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">skyped</span> with my friends around the world today.</div><div>and they helped me to come out from the "lonely mood".</div><div><br /></div><div>It is so nice to have the power to connect with people and get support and love from them. </div><div>After the chat with many people, my identity as a lonely single mother in Japan switched to the identity as a global international <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Daya</span>, who is going around the world, and right now, I am sitting in Tokyo and doing my job here.</div><div><br /></div><div>Through the process work training, I can move more <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">fluently</span> between my identities and moods. That helps me a lot not stuck in one identity in myself.</div><div><br /></div><div>But I also want say, that sometimes to stay in ONE identity and feel deeply what there is happening is also very important or sometimes useful to get know about myself more deeper. </div><div><br /></div><div>It is only 2 days since I am back. </div><div>Still the feeling, flowing between the cultures...</div><div><br /></div><div>I hope, that I can keep being and feeling so global and international as I felt in Europe and in Israel.</div><div> I wish to keep in contact with writing this weblog and keep writing and thinking in English and in German.</div><div><div>I realized, depends on the language what I am using, I am connected with different "me" and it is so interesting to observe that. </div><div><br /></div></div><div>Me, as a third culture kid</div><div>(<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Third_Culture_Kids">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Third_Culture_Kids</a>),</div><div>I feel much <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">comfortable</span> to have this multi culture balanced life. If I am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">stacked</span> in a culture, something starts not to work in me. So, it is important to give my multicultural part enough space in my life.</div><div><br /></div><div>My question for long time was:</div><div><br /></div><div>HOW?</div><div><br /></div><div>But this time, I finally could feel myself to be able not separated in peaces and I could feel me as a one being.</div><div>I felt that I am me, like I am in Japan, in Switzerland, in Israel...and in Palestine too.</div><div><br /></div><div>That was a wonderful feeling, not be separated inside me depends the culture where I am.</div><div><br /></div><div>On the same time, there is now no clear reason why I am living in Tokyo, really. I have to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">admit</span>, it is for me difficult to find a place where I can feel home.</div><div>Maybe... where I have my friends, and where I have to work, there is my home.</div><div>-------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPIQvDe01zQBC4S3pCa3y9ctLo7aUKMI-oQrP1V43wNXtzwIBLs6xafSplGXqCCMU83jtzPpauEGr0Zzl-ck5mbL4QGn5J95lHaIQ-nYaafaaYUa3bHLeqgygXL_RaVgFl7K4Ap7UIMgw3/s320/IMG_1045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374367881995255058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ich kann nicht schlafen.</div><div>Wegen den Zeitunterschied, </div><div>mein Koerper lebt immernoch die europaeische Zeit.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ich ueberlege mir immer wieder, ob es hier ein "Sinn" hat, auf English UND auf Deutsch zu schreiben...</div><div><br /></div><div>Es tut gut fuer mich.</div><div><br /></div><div>Als third culture kids </div><div>(genauer hier: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Third_Culture_Kids">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Third_Culture_Kids</a>),</div><div>gehe ich mit meinem gemischten Identitaet hin und her.</div><div><br /></div><div>Aber langsam denke ich mir, wenn das alles (ich meine, das schreiben und so in diesem weblog) als erster fuer mich ist, dann kann ich ja ein bisschen "freier" schreiben?</div><div>Ich muss ja nicht jedes mal das gleiche auf Englisch und auf Deutsch schreiben. Die meisten die Deutsch koennen, verstehen ja auch meistens Englisch. </div><div><br /></div><div>Aber wie immer, ich bin zu ungeduldig mit meinem eigenen Prozess. </div><div>Ist dies meine perfektionistische seite von meiner japanischen Seite?</div><div> oder ist das die schweizerische perfektionistische Seite? </div><div><br /></div><div>Nur darueber nachzudenken und meinen Ungeduld zu spueren ist spannend!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>dayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960612010191851600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329969548545432105.post-67984072796077721372009-08-20T06:41:00.004+09:002009-08-20T06:53:44.872+09:00"this is how it is"<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyl6uh-AkNZ7kw0rvpXpzfPpmju5PXZhkaFBgEpDn0YCNqQGZNXTTisBy4R8iGrHOe7Iqo_auxvzDEmZXcY9c19dPoAZNUjSzzz3c8j4JkuC8PCXCKtI5mRKLsn9rol2QP8s7TNvSdBfAh/s1600-h/israel090811.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyl6uh-AkNZ7kw0rvpXpzfPpmju5PXZhkaFBgEpDn0YCNqQGZNXTTisBy4R8iGrHOe7Iqo_auxvzDEmZXcY9c19dPoAZNUjSzzz3c8j4JkuC8PCXCKtI5mRKLsn9rol2QP8s7TNvSdBfAh/s320/israel090811.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I talked today with my friends in Palestine, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">they are just 30 minutes away from here.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I have the privilege, to visit him.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">But they can not come to visit us, here in this house.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The friends in Israel can not visit them.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">They are just 30min away.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">To talk with them here was so nice but also painful to feel the reality.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"This is our reality."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"We have to live with what we have."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">These was the words, what I got from my friends in Israel and in Palestine.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">yes. This is, how it is.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">But why is should be like that?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">===============================================</span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ich habe heute mit meine Freunde vom Palestinien telefoniert.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Die sind nur ne halbe Stunde entfernt von hier.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Aber die koennen uns nicht besuchen kommen.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ich werde die besuchen gehen muessen, und die Freunde hier koennen die Leute dort nicht besuchen gehen.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Auch wenn das Gesetz anders waere, die haetten zu viel Angst.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Das war so schoen mit allen zusammen zu quatschen.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Und trotzdem so schmerzhaft wegen der Realitaet.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"Das ist halt unsere Realitaet. "</span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"Wir muessen mit den was wir haben klarkommen." </span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">sagten die, von beiden Seiten.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ja, es ist, wie es ist.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Und trotzdem frage ich mich, warum das so sein muss.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><br /></div>dayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960612010191851600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329969548545432105.post-6338321854107618742009-08-18T16:31:00.006+09:002009-08-19T08:47:09.834+09:00Israel with my son<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioumhN8RHbGV8Mo3XogDsOeFo55kF8bHcV5hVIXE47lyQg7Fmw9dhEHi8wEP3hpZTQsDNW4HBvH6DZ9rlhO4CUQmI7f3Txd5cXoizo5aD9qoHwyBajZmhl1DDEXGHlPd0SVYpZGP9roUtv/s1600-h/israel090801.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioumhN8RHbGV8Mo3XogDsOeFo55kF8bHcV5hVIXE47lyQg7Fmw9dhEHi8wEP3hpZTQsDNW4HBvH6DZ9rlhO4CUQmI7f3Txd5cXoizo5aD9qoHwyBajZmhl1DDEXGHlPd0SVYpZGP9roUtv/s320/israel090801.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I am now in Israel!!</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Visiting my friends who I met in world work seminars where I am learning the process oriented conflict facilitation.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">It is anbelieveble to realize that I am really here in Israel with my son.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Every time, when I was visiting this country, I missed him and wished that he is also here.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">And now, the dream comes true.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I am so happy to introduce him my friends here, </span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">and to watch him how he is catching all this new culture in his world.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Is is so amazing to feel, how easy is here to bring children with you. </span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">In Japan, also in Switzerland, and I guess in US, we have to separate the kids from me, if I have a meeting, or join in a group process.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Yesterday, I could join by the study group meetng from my friends, the process work students here.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> My son could also stay in the same room and play with toys. </span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The process to join there was so organic and so natural, fluend, so easy.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">What is all my truggles in Japan to looking for child care, that I can join in a adult meeting?</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> That I have to decide adult interest or be the mother?</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">(Of course, it will be maybe different if you live here... who knows?)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Why, the friends here can so be easy and relaxed with my son? Why, my son is so relaxed and trust so quickly my friends here?</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I am just amazed how much space and love my friends here in Israel can give me and my son.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Right now, he is playing with the boy from the neighbore. </span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The boy can speak a little bit English, but my son can not.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">But, it seems to work!</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The passport control to enter this country was not so easy like the other countries, they have more questions and you can feel the tence from here and I have to think about politics.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">But if you are in, you will feel the warm open heart from the people here.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I am also aware, that my friends are also connected with "process work". </span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">A pshychological approach what connects you with you deeper and bigger you, and what connects you with the people and the world.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I hope, I can write once in this Blog about MY explanation about this work and about MY feeling about it.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">But here is the official website from my great teacher who developed Process Work:</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Arny and Amy Mindell:</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><a href="http://www.aamindell.net/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">http://www.aamindell.net/</span></a></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">==========================================================</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ich bin in Israel angekommen!!</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ich besuche gerade meine Freunde hier, die habe ich alle in "World Work Seminar" kennengelernt, wo wir durch die Israel- Palestine Konflikte das Processbegleitungs methoden lernen.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Es ist wie ein Traum und schwer zu glauben dass ich wirklich mit meinem Sohn hier bin.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Jedes Mal, wenn ich da alleine komme, vermisse ich natuerlich ihm und stellte mir vor, wie schoen es waere ihn hier dabei zu haben. Aber das ist so schwer mit den Flugkosten und er hat ja auch sein Leben (Schule) in Japan. Ich koennte auch sowieso nicht so viel mit ihm zusammensein, weil ich im Seminare sehr beschaeftigt bin.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Und trotzdem, habe ich mir so fest gewuenscht, mit ihm einmal vorbei zukommen.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ich wollte dass er diesen Kultur hier "spuert" (und nicht denkt). und so schnell ist mein Traum erfuellt.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ich bin so happy dass ich ihm meine Freunde hier vorstellen zu koennen, sein existenz ist so oft in unsere Gruppenarbeit vorgekommen. Und die haben so viel von ihm gehoert gehabt.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Es ist wunderschoen, ihm zu beobachten wie er in einem fremden Land und Kultur die ganzen neuen Informationen aufnimmt.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Es ist auch faszinierend, zu spueren, wie einfach hier ist mit Kindern zusammen zu sein, sie ueberall mitnehmen zu koennen.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">In Japan und auch in der Schweiz, ich kann es mir auch in USA sehr gut vorstellen, dass es fuer mich persoenlich schwieriger sein, in ein meeting zu haben oder in einem Gruppenarbeit teilzunehmen wenn mein Sohn dabei ist. </span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Aber gestern konnt ich hier in einer Studenten meeting von meiner Freunde teilnehmen obwohl mein Sohn dabei war. Er hat ganz ruhig in einer anderen Ecke des Zimmers mit Spielwaren beschaeftigt, waehrend ich mit den Freunden Gruppenarbeit gemacht hatte.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Dass ich und mein Sohn dabei teilnahm, war ein sehr natuerliches Process gewesen als waere das selbstverstaendlich. </span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ich hab mir gedacht,</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">was sind eigendlich die ganze Muehe was ich immer in Japan habe jemandem zu finden zu muessen damit ich in einer Meeting teilnehmen kann??</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Dass ich immer zwischen zwei Wahlen stehen muss; entweder meine eigene Interesse zu folgen oder die Mutterrolle zu behalten?</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Warum koennen die Freunde hier so einfach und locker mit meinem Sohn zusammen sein, obwohl die von der Sprache her gar nicht gegenseitig verstehen koennen?</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />Warum ist mein Sohn so relaxed und geniesst es hier zu sein?</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Was macht es den Unterschied, dass er die Leute hier sofort vertrauen und das Herz oeffnet?</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ich bin einfach hier so fasziniert, wie viel Platz und Liebe die Leute hier in diesem Kultur fuer die Kinder geben koennen.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Er spielt gerade jetzt mit dem Nachbarskind. Der Junge kann ganz wenig Englisch, mein Sohn fast gar nichts. Aber irgendwie schaffen die zwei sich zu verstaendigen.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Die Reisepass Kontrolle zum Eintreten war ziehmlich streng und die wollten ganz viel mehr wissen ueber mich im vergleich zu den anderen Laendern, und man konnte die politische Spannung dieses Landes auch spueren. </span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Aber wenn du mal drin bist, die Leute hier sind so warmherzig und offen, zumindest mal zu den Gaesten.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Natuerlich bin ich mir bewusst, dass die meisten meiner Freunde mit "Prozess Arbeit " im Verbindung sind. </span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Das ist eine psychologische Methode, was dich mir deinem tieferen "ICH" verbindet, und was dich mit anderen Menschen und Welt verknuepft. </span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ich hoffe, ich kann irgendwann mal darueber mehr schreiben; ueber MEINE Erklaerung ueber dieses Arbeit und was ich dafuer so empfinde und wie ich das fuer mich brauche. </span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Aber bis dahin, moechte ich Euch die offizielle Web Seite vorstellen von Arny und Amy Mindell, die das Prozess Arbeit entwickelt haben:</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Arny and Amy Mindell:</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><a href="http://www.aamindell.net/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">http://www.aamindell.net/</span></a></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">**********************</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">today's new vocabulary:</span></div></div></div></span><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">facilitation bedeutet auf Deutsch "Processbegleitung"</span></div><div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "><br /></div></div>dayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960612010191851600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329969548545432105.post-30435864928315903462009-08-17T08:47:00.004+09:002009-08-17T09:07:57.993+09:00test to upload the pictures<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivQ2cTi9T-07hYOcydxNoz-wDjGTLz5pc-cd-_y7WfPbkt4fV1H0mZWZXzr7Iq0p1GL2HZyr9cZnJBLJAVCeZNJaWWm4BalI00-EUZk4aWnCZ11xtFw86_1vMENwE1aY5S3ccy5uRi1oIe/s1600-h/europe0908.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivQ2cTi9T-07hYOcydxNoz-wDjGTLz5pc-cd-_y7WfPbkt4fV1H0mZWZXzr7Iq0p1GL2HZyr9cZnJBLJAVCeZNJaWWm4BalI00-EUZk4aWnCZ11xtFw86_1vMENwE1aY5S3ccy5uRi1oIe/s320/europe0908.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br />how is that?<div><br /></div><div>few shots from the stay in switzerland.</div><div><br /></div><div>tomorrow, I will fly to Israel and visit my friends there.</div><div><br /></div><div>====================================================</div><div>hab den ersten Versuch gemacht, die bilder aufzuzeigen.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sind einige Bilder aus der Schweiz.</div><div><br /></div><div>Morgen fliege ich weiter nach Israel und besuche dort meine Freunde.</div><div><br /></div><div>Freu freu.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>dayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960612010191851600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329969548545432105.post-85162684788689834412009-08-17T07:59:00.004+09:002009-08-30T16:32:01.858+09:00first writing: my dream, my challengeI always had the dream to start a weblog written in English or in German. <div><br /></div><div>But I never did. <div><br /></div><div>Why not?</div><div><br /></div><div>My "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">low dream"</span> (the baddest fantasy) was, that I start and can not continue and I could feel very bad. </div><div><br /></div><div>Like the diaries in my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">childhood</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>I can be too busy, and as a "third culture kid" - born in Japan, but grow up in Switzerland, and went back with 20 years to Japan- and do not have a "mother <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tongue</span>", I felt never good enough in my English and in German.</div><div><br /></div><div>Specially, the writings!!</div><div><br /></div><div>But this summer, spending time in Switzerland for 2 weeks, many process happened and I feel the need to show up more in the world, to write more what I think, share more what I feel.</div><div><br /></div><div>Not only in Japanese, where I am living right now. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, I followed my desire and started this blog. </div><div><br /></div><div>Let's see, how it works.</div><div><br /></div><div>I learned in my life, just to try, and if some change is needed, just be flexible and do it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I hope so much, to be connected more with my friends all over the world through this blog and get more connection with the people around the world.</div><div><br /></div><div>love</div><div>daya</div><div>--------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div>Ich hatte schon lange den Traum, ein weblog anzufangen was auf Englisch oder auf Deutsch (oder auch beides) ist.</div><div><br /></div><div>Aber ich wagte es nie.</div><div><br /></div><div>Warum nicht?</div><div><div><div><br /></div><div>Meine schlechteste Vorstellung war, dass ich was anfange und nach kurzer Zeit nicht mehr weitermache und ich mich total schlecht ueber mich fuehlen koennte.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wie ich in meiner Jungend mit den Tagebuechern hatten.</div><div>Ich habe 3 Tage geschrieben, und danach nix mehr.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ich bin ja auch busy genug.</div><div><br /></div><div>Und als "third culture kid", geboren in Japan aber aufgewachsen in der Schweiz, und jetzt wieder in Japan lebend,</div><div>habe ich keine sogenannte "Muttersprache" wo ich mich sicher fuehle. Ich habe auch nie Englisch in der Schule gelernt, und habe den komplex ueber meine Sprachenkenntnisse.</div><div><br /></div><div>Vor allem das Schreiben !!</div><div><br /></div><div>Aber disen Sommer habe ich 2 Wochen in der Schweiz verbracht und etwas grosses hat sich in mir veraendert. Viele Prozesse sind passiert und ich spuere den Drang und auch die Notwendigkeit mehr mich in der Welt zu zeigen. Ich moechte mehr ueber das was ich denke schreiben und mit euch teilen was ich empfinde.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nicht nur in Japanisch fuer die Leute in Japan.</div><div><br /></div><div>So habe ich mich entschieden meinem Traum zu folgen und habe endlich diesen Blog angefangen.</div><div><br /></div><div>Schauen wir mal, wie es wird.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ich habe in meinem Leben gelernt,</div><div>einfach auszuprobieren und wenn es noetig ist flexibel zu aendern.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ich hoffe so fest, dass ich durch dieses Schreiben mit meinen Freunden aus aller Teil der Welt verbunden bin und auch mehr neue Kontakt finde in der Welt.</div><div><br /></div><div>love</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); ">daya</span></div><div><br /></div></div></div><div><br /></div></div>dayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960612010191851600noreply@blogger.com0