The Birthday Weekend Share #70

It’s weekend share at Trina’s, and a very special one. Her birthday is tomorrow! If you feel like mingling a bit, pop over to her and don’t forget about a present. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Its good to be crazy Sometimes

It has pleased me that this weekend share has landed on the 70th anniversary. For those of you who have forgotten its my 21st birthday (again, I have forgotten how many times I have celebrated 21 now) on Saturday. There is still time to send all your cards and presents ๐Ÿ˜‰ I have very little planned, but thats the way I like my birthdays.

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If you have never done this before, give it a go, you lose maybe 30 seconds of your life adding a link and you never know who might see it, I will, my mum probably will, so its well worth it.

As everything is life there are rules, if you are new or just need reminding here they are

Rules are very simple,

  1. You can share up to five links
  2. They can be a post, your blog, someone elses post or blog
  3. You can comment onโ€ฆ

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Question of the day (20th January).

Hi guys. ๐Ÿ™‚

I’m sorry I haven’t posted anything lately, have been doing lots of things with my languages and was just disorganised with it all. Here’s the SUnday question.

What did you always want to try but never found the courage to do?

My answer:

Lots and lots of things. I have different kinds of anxiety which all make it difficult for me to do different things. I know that overcoming ALL of them, and all the limitations they put on me is likely going to take me the entire life. One of the biggest and most courageous steps I’ve made in recent years was going to Sweden. I’ve always wanted it, I’ve always wanted to visit all my countries very very much, but at the same time I dreaded it so, so much. My Dad kept promising me for years that one day we’ll go to Sweden. We could realise it only two years ago, but before then, every year he promised me that, and then when we couldn’t go, on one hand I was very disappointed, but on other, probably equally relieved. Going to Sweden, or any of my countries, would mean facing all of my strongest anxieties. Because of this, it could also turn out disappointing, I definitely wouldn’t like if it was so that I would go to Sweden and then something would go very wrong, I rather preferred not to go there than have forever some very bad associations with this trip, I was also worried that I might be simply disappointed with myself, either with my social skills, or facing other anxieties, or even language skills, or that I could disappoint my family perhaps. Not to mention all the small fears I had, but in overwhelming amounts and relating to very different things. I did enjoy our trip a lot, but it was also exhausting for me, because of all the anxiety I had to face and cope with all the time. It was also rewarding because I saw that I can do some things I thought I can’t. THe frustrating thing though is, although I now have this experience under my belt, and know how it feels, I feel that if I’d go to Sweden, or any other of my favourite countries, for another time, the story would repeat. Despite all that I know already, that I can go through this. Maybe I’m wrong, but I can assume so after last summer when my Dad (I guess he must have gotten used to doing it) told me again that this year we’ll go to Sweden again, and would I like to. I said I would, ’cause I would, but as soon as I heard that, I knew my anxieties, despite I faced them back then, haven’t died and it would still be like for the first time for me.

I talk about this to show you that trying new and different things is pretty much always scary for me, even if they are good things that I in fact want. Same about most major changes in life. It feels very scary.

But Ok the question is about something I have never tried so far. One of such things is playing harp, especially Celtic harp. I have learnt to play some instruments in the past – piano and guitar, – though although I do have an ear for music, I wasn’t particularly good at it. One thing was that I didn’t enjoy it that much, just sort of did it because I felt I should, that I was expected to do it because of my “ear for music”. another was my shitty coordination which made it simply hard for me physically or technically to play well and it was always an effort, especially that as I said I didn’t have much motivation, and another thing was my anxiety and all the related stuff, I think they were also getting in the way. Finally, after some years of learning music I decided it’s not for me, and I just feel much better as a listener than a performer. Because I definitely do. And I started to use my musical skills for languages, which are also music of its own kind, in my opinion. But I’ve been always in love with harp, especially Celtic harp as I said, and loved to listen to it. And I’ve always had that dream about playing harp myself. Just for myself, to have fun. I’ve always been OK with having it just in the sphere of my dreams. Having in mind all my fruitless efforts with piano and guitar, I’m not even sure whether I’d seriously want to devote myself to studying it, after all harp is at least equally if not more difficult than guitar or piano, requiring a lot of dexterity and other things that are hard for me. Also Celtic harp is a niche instrument, quite expensive, the more that I woouldn’t be able to just teach myself how to play it, and would have to have a tutor. As I think about all my and my Mum’s trials to find language tutors for me, of whom the vast majority ran away screaming just after hearing that I’m blind, finding a Celtic harp tutor sounds ridiculous. So, I’d have a lot to dedicate, and I’m just not sure whether I’m really up to it. Whether I really want it seriously enough. I guess not, but if I had a chance and nothing to lose, I’d try, even just once, to feel how it is, as I’ve never even seen a harp, so if not because of anything else, than just out of plain curiosity. For now though, I think in this sphere my dreams give me enough satisfaction. What would I dream about if I could even play harp? Or if I learned that it’s something not for me because of my physical limitations? Dreaming about it probably wouldn’t be as pleasant then. And I love my dreams.

So, how about you? DO you consider doing it in the future or leave it in the sphere of dreams?

Let the light in – Lucia morning in Sweden

I’ve always thought that st. Lucia day celebrations in sweden are such a beautiful and interesting tradition, I think we should steal it and have in Poland too! Anyway, I thought I’d reblog this post for you my readers so that those of you who might not know about this holiday could learn a bit about it. We don’t have any particular celebrations of saint Lucia here in Poland as I said, although she is quite well known as a patron saint of the blind. And we do have gingerbreads at many homes at this time of year because Christmas is coming, but we are more restrained than Swedes and no one eats them yet. ๐Ÿ˜€

Watching the Swedes

A Chinese proverb says this,

โ€˜Itโ€™s better to light a candle than to curse the darknessโ€™.

Never was this more true than today. Lucia day. At the darkest time of the year, when we all are drained by the black mornings and afternoons in Sweden, Lucia pays us a visit. With candles in her hair and surrounded by her handmaidens and boys in a procession, Lucia shines light into the dark depths of our spirits. And slowly, slowly, the day awakens.

I love Lucia. Long live Lucia!

Lucia traditions are celebrated in Sweden, Norway, Denmark, Italy, Latvia, Estonia, Finland, Hungary, Malta, Bosnia, Bavaria, Croatia, Slovakia and St. Lucia, West Indies. But where does she come from and why is she one of the few Saintโ€™s days celebrated in Sweden?

Santa Lucia is believed to have been a Sicilian saint who suffered a martyrโ€™s death in Syracuse, Sicily around AD 310โ€ฆ

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Question of the day.

What is an art form you admire/respect, more than like?

My answer:

Quite hard to say. I think I pay more attention to details like how a piece of art is done and who did it and for what kind of purposes than just simply to what kind of art form it is. I love books, but I can’t tell you I love all kinds of books, right now I am at the stage when I’m pretty picky about what I read, despite I read all the time. And I love writing but can’t say I just love writing for the sake of just writing, I prefer some forms of writing over others and I’m better at some than at others. But well I think I could say I love books and writing and I definitely respect people who are good at writing and have a real gift for it.

Another kind of art I generally like is music. But I also wouldn’t rather say “I love music”. I’m pretty versatile as for what I like to listen to, but still, I won’t listen to all kinds of music with the same love/admiration. And I almost hate doing music on my own, my fantastic school discouraged me from it by constant encouraging or actually forcing, so even if I have some gift for it, I no longer care about it and as I’ve told you before I feel much more in the right place as a listener (or let’s say critic, as it sounds so sophisticated and wise :P) of music. But OK, overall I can say that I love a lot of kinds of music, it definitely does speak to me, so maybe I can generalise it and just simply say I love and admire music and people who make it.

Then I have a bit of a soft spot for sculpture and it’s because of my grandad who has sculpted quite a bit in his life in stone and wood. He’s a very versatile man, you know, he seems to be a jack at everything – from medicine, to fishing, to building houses, economy, farming, philosophy and science, nutrition, to sculpting. He’s kinda intellectualist, but also very practical and a bit artsy. And since we’ve always got along pretty well, he often showed me his sculptures which he doesn’t do for many people and I always loved them. Visual arts aren’t very accessible for the visually impaired, but sculpture is a bit more as we can at least feel it, if not recognise what it represents. So I’ve always felt like sculpture is something I am a bit fascinated with, but at the same time is still kind of enigmatic for me.

What I also can say I admire, going back to music for a while, is playing harp. Gosh, when someone can do it, I just love them! I love harp so so much, no matter if it’s a classic harp, Celtic harp, or even Finnish kantele, I like many kinds of harps, although Celtic harp rules. So yeah I absolutely love to hear it and I’m a bit jealous about people who can play it but admire them a lot at the same time.

What art forms do you admire or respect?

Meinir Gwilym – Hen Gitar (Old Guitar).

Hi all! ๐Ÿ™‚

Yes, again, Meinir. I hope you aren’t bored. Actually, honestly I would be a bit surprised if you were because it is just sooo beautiful! I really feel like I need to share some of her music. Hope you’ll enjoy this as much as I do. ๐Ÿ™‚

Meinir Gwilym – Pa Loches? (What refuge?)

Hi lovely people! ๐Ÿ™‚

Thought I’ll show you more of this fantastic singer, Meinir Gwilym, because I just love her music and my love seems to grow. Only yesterday I decided to buy her whole discography. When I decide to buy someone’s whole discography, it’s an honour, ๐Ÿ˜€ I do it very rarely.

This song is just so beautiful and stunning, one of my favourites from Meinir. Hope you’ll like it too. ๐Ÿ™‚

Meinir Gwilym – Y Funud Hon (This moment).

Hi! ๐Ÿ™‚

Time for sharing some Meinir Gwilym’s songs with you, I like her so much, I think she’s one of the best Welsh language musicians of this time. She is also a broadcaster. This song is just lovely, the video has the lyrics in it.