Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Starting from San Jose CR

Amidst all my travels I have never kept a travel blog. Perhaps because my destinations have been places frequented by the average traveller or perhaps because I'm lazy. Either way, this trip is slightly different. I am visiting places that most people wont, or are yet to have the opportunity to, see. So, here is my attempt at documenting my travels...

San Jose, CR- 3/6/14

The journey here was long, like most when starting from Australia. A twelve hour stop-over in LA provided the opportunity to catch up with some old friends and some much needed rest after a sleepless flight over the Pacific.

With jet lag in full swing I arrived in San Jose's central district during morning peak hour. After a couple hours of rest and freshening up, I headed out to capture my surroundings. The city is set up like a grid with the streets and avenues numbered, making it near impossible to get lost. After wandering many of the pedestrian streets for a couple of hours my searching for any food other than the excessive fast food options was reaching its limits until I found a busy bakery and arrived at my first admittance that I, in fact, do not speak Spanish. (No habla Español)

Walking down the street I blend in whilst silent. With all the noise in this part of town my silence goes unnoticed, particularly with all the street sellers yelling/advertising their various stock from fruit to scissors, from mobile recharge cards to bra straps. They aren't the only ones causing a commotion, the green man signalling safety to cross the road is coupled with a loud, bird-like whistle and the sparring big trees are infested with lorikeets, or similar, and they are all contesting the sound space.

There is a real sense that there are few tourists in the part of town I've been exploring, I haven't heard any language except Spanish. The city hasn't changed its ways to cater for tourists like many other places I have travelled. Although this provides more challenges for me to navigate it is refreshing to not be hounded by the informal tourist industry. For the most part once I say 'no habla Español' or ask '¿Habla Ingles?' I just get a 'ah no' and they give up. Only this morning while on the hunt for breakfast a waiter called the passing police officers over in the hope that they spoke English. Failing that, the policeman went after another officer who could speak English. By that time I had pulled out my phone and translated breakfast (desayuno) and been taken to a seat to then dissect the menu.

The police presence is very high, every block has at least two officers (almost equally male and female) on either foot, motor or bicycle. Certainly a contributing factor into the safety I feel wandering around 'solo'. The city is significantly safer and cleaner than expected and there are very few homeless.

Although the temperature isn't very high (25 Celsius currently) the humidity keeps you feeling a tad stifled and air conditioning is a luxury of the larger franchises and department stores. My humble little hostel has a fan, which does the job.

Although the last 48 hours of transit and exploration have been time well spent, I eagerly anticipate the arrival of my travel buddy in the next couple of hours.

- N

(I'll try to upload some photos in future posts)

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

test, succeed. test, succeed. test test test, succeed.

you have taught me many lessons,
yet my learning will never cease,
I used to question your motives,
now I welcome you with embrace.

you have spun many truths,
my beliefs continue to be tested,
I know to question your intent,
I will never just accept.

you have tried many tricks,
I'm yet to tire of your wicked ways,
your tests meld with intrigue,
providing me with strength
to overcome the trials borne
in every waking hour,

although I long for a reprieve,
I know you're here to stay,
so tempt me with your next test,
my resilience will keep you at bay.



"Blessed are the steadfastly enduring, they that are patient under ills and hardships, who lament not over anything that befalleth them, and who tread the path of resignation....
(Gleanings from the Writings of Bahá'u'lláh, LXVI, p. 129)

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Something I have been thinking about a lot recently is the way that our lives and our day-to-day life has become a slave to forces that creep up on us so guilefully that the 'frenetic devotion to pleasure and diversion' has become part and parcel to existence as a whole. I'm a slave, you're a slave, we've all become slaves...

 One of the signs of a decadent society, a sign which is very evident in the world today, is an almost frenetic devotion to pleasure and diversion, an insatiable thirst for amusement, a fanatical devotion to games and sport, a reluctance to treat any matter seriously, and a scornful, derisory attitude towards virtue and solid worth. Abandonment of "a frivolous conduct" does not imply that a Bahá'í must be sour-faced or perpetually solemn. Humour, happiness, joy are characteristics of a true Bahá'í life. Frivolity palls and eventually leads to boredom and emptiness, but true happiness and joy and humour that are parts of a balanced life that includes serious thought, compassion and humble servitude to God are characteristics that enrich life and add to its radiance."
 -  Universal House of Justice, From a letter dated 8 May 1979 written on behalf of the Universal House of Justice to an individual believer

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

FIVE YEARS TOO MANY - http://www.bic.org/fiveyears/


For five years, seven Baha'i leaders have been wrongly imprisoned in Iran.
Mrs Fariba Kamalabadi, Mr Jamaloddin Khanjani, Mr Afif Naeimi, Mr Saeid Rezaie, Mrs Mahvash Sabet, Mr Behrouz Tavakkoli, and Mr Vahid Tizfahm’s 20-year sentences are the longest given to any current prisoners of conscience in Iran. Their harshness reflects the Government’s resolve to oppress completely the Iranian Baha'i community, which faces a systematic, “cradle-to-grave” persecution that is among the most serious examples of state-sponsored religious persecution in the world today.
Baha'i communities around the world have launched a campaign calling for their immediate release – and the release of all innocent prisoners of conscience in Iranian prisons. 
I was honoured to attend a National Human Rights Forum calling for the immediate release of the seven leaders, which was hosted on Tuesday 7 May at NSW Parliament House, Sydney Australia. The Forum had representatives of the major religions in Australia who offered their prayers and blessings for the 7 Baha'i Leaders and each solemnly placed a seven red rose on a seven empty chairs representing each of the imprisoned Baha'i Leaders. Four Australian family members of the seven imprison Baha'is were also present at this forum, each of which spoke of their loved ones and shared with the audience their stories of the imprisoned, both before and after their incarceration. 
The below photos were taken at today’s forum. Please show your support and increase the international pressure on the Iranian Government to immediately release these seven wrongfully imprisoned members of the 300,000 strong Baha’i Community in Iran. My thoughts and prayers are deeply focused on these 7 imprisoned Baha'i Leaders and all victims of Religious persecution within Iran and across the world.
Alláh'u'Abhá
 

 


Tuesday, April 16, 2013

The Old World Order needs wrapping up...

"...From different parts are to be heard sighs of anguish, lamentations of poverty, cries of agony and misery -- and the calls for succor have reached to the gate of heaven. One hears the weeping of the hopeless, the appeals of the oppressed, the trembling murmurs of the helpless, the harrowing wails of the shipwrecked in the sea of persecution. The heat of the conflagration of opposition spreads on all sides, the fire of longing is raging with great intensity and the tongues of the flames of calamity leap forth in every direction. Here one sees the oppression of kings and the thoughtlessness of cabinet ministers; there one sees conflict on the battlefield of thoughts and ideals between ambitious generals, statesmen and administrators of the nations and countries. They consult, scheme, plot and exchange views; they organize fallacious and superfluous companies and falsify the established values; and thus they do lay and destroy the foundation of their political careers.

In short: when thou observest these things with the eye of reality, thou wilt see that the outcome, result and fruit of all these theatrical performances are mirages, and their sweetness is bitter poison. A few days the earth shall roll on its axis, and these fleeting visions will be completely forgotten.

When thou shuttest thine eyes to this dark world and lookest upward and heavenward, thou wilt see light upon light stretching from eternity to eternity. The reality of the mysteries will be revealed. Happy is the pure soul who does not attach himself to transient conditions and comforts, but rather seeks to attach himself to the purity, nobility and splendor of the world which endures." 

(‘Abdu’l-Baha, Baha'i Scriptures, p. 345; Star of the West, vol. IV, No. 16, December 31, 1913)

Monday, March 18, 2013

facebook love

the post:
I won't ever understand why those with the biggest hearts always end up being treated like sh*t.
and the comment:
Pardon the philosophising, but I think the people with the biggest hearts are more sensitive to ill treatment, not necessarily more prone to being treated negatively. It hurts but it is also a gentle reminder to be cautious about one’s own wellbeing and not just others. This sensitivity is also only possible because of the strength of those with the biggest hearts to know when to look out for others and how everything they do can have a positive or negative effect on others. Even if it means feeling hurt a few more times than others, you can be reasonably sure that you’ve also lifted people up from darkness more than those with not quite so big hearts as yours. Chin up lovely.
I was neither the poster or the commenter, but I can relate to the poster and want to give the commenter the biggest high five and/or hug. I hope you feel the same.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

this is beyond lame.

These are not my own words, however I carry the same sentiments to a tee:

"I need to get something off my chest that I’ve been holding in so as not to offend peoples delicate liberal sensitivities. Illicit drug use is really lame. I mean, could you think of something lamer to do with your life? Seriously. You only get one shot and you never know when you are going to die. To the drugged out flakes, festival pill poppers and shufflers of Sydney - (wo)man up for fucks sake and do something real to help society with your limited time on this Earth instead of participating in and funding a disgusting industry that causes nothing but destruction in the world. You think you are “free” and having “experiences” (because its all about “experiences” when you are a hipster flake) but you are just buying into a lifestyle which ultimately leaves you terribly limited. When I have a stable asset base, full use of my mental faculties, a range of healthy habits and the financial and physical freedom to do whatever I want in 10 years, we will see who is “free”. 
Drug users always say to me, “you’re so judgemental, you are not accepting of who I am, it’s not like I am a junkie, it’s not a big deal”. I beg to differ. Accepting someone into your life is about being attracted to the qualities of a persons soul - kindness, courage, generosity, compassion, respect etc. It’s not about accepting someone’s bad habits and encouraging them. In fact, I think that sort of indulgence and acquiescence is negligent and the opposite of love. What sort of friend supports their friends in taking toxic substances that have the potential to serious harm or kill them just so they can have a surge of energy (or sedation) and escape the world for a few short hours? I like to think I’m a better friend than that. 
I bet people will look at this article and say “see everyone’s doing it, it should be decriminalised”. To those people I’d like to say, go down to any rehab clinic in Sydney and tell me Ice should be easier to access. Dipshits." 
kthxbye.

S.Z.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

oh soul

‎"Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.

Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul.”

― Rumi

Thursday, October 4, 2012

connect the silence




connected by more than words can define,
connected by ties between our divine,
blessed by more than 5 lucky dimes,
blessed by your presence,
without being by my side,
I keep you at a distance,
loving you inside.

Friday, August 24, 2012

leave you



I never understood the saying “love you and leave you” until I gathered the courage to finally expunge you from the realm that existed only in my head… the only remnant of you that prevailed beyond time and space and reason and rhyme.

In reality, you haven’t been in my life for much longer than you were ever in it, but the heart has different plans, and different levels of attachment. The strings that fasten my heart to your fictitious memory were just as tangled as my memory of you was warped.

Unlike the commonly applied stigma of a ‘first love’, I did love you unconditionally, and without prejudice. And although I would un-do everything that I had with you for the sake of my own state of mind, that isn’t an option, neither is my continued love for you. The choice I do have is to leave you, to disentangle myself from your memory, to detach my association to your entity and destroy the fabricated image that has haunted my subconscious since the day you walked away.

You already know you were loved, now consider yourself left.


[24/01/12]

Thursday, July 12, 2012

once a Danske time



Prompted by a recent request to give a presentation on my experiences in Denmark, I started sifting through my photos and things I had written whilst I was living there. So, please allow me this moment to reminisce. Written over the span of 5 months, below are just some snippets of my experience. (My apologies for the poor use of tense, this is essentially a cut/paste job. The use of paragraphs is to assist in outlining the progression of time).

In a country filled with tall, fair, fashion conscious descendants of Vikings, where the men’s shoes make more sound than their female counterparts, the bicycle is an extension to feet, beer is drunk more by girls and every room has coat racks and heating, it is needless to say that I feel a little out of place. Now, things like a bicycle are easy to adjust to, but other than that, Danish culture is slightly out of reach…

The Danish are so very proud to call themselves Danish. They even celebrate their birthdays by draping everything in their national flag! Their pride also manifests itself in their stand for independence – an example of this would be the continued use of the Danish Kroner even though they have been long-term members of the EU..

In my neighbourhood, Nørrebro, you can’t walk more than a block without coming across a shawarma/kabab stand or an Arab supermarket – try to imagine my excitement when I could by all the Middle Eastern ingredients that have become so normal to find in Australia (and so abnormal in the regular Danish supermarkets) and suddenly I had an ethnic kitchen! I had no choice but to start recreating my mother’s amazing cooking, or at least make my feeble attempts…

When I started shopping for a bicycle I was a little lost, what did I know of a city bike? I had only ever owned a mountain bike and rode around the quiet streets of my neighbourhood or on bike tracks. I was accompanied by my favourite little German when we stepped into our first bicycle shop, only to be greeted by the owner, “Irooni hastin?” (“are you Iranian?”). Not only did we leave the shop with a great deal on a bicycle for myself, one for my friend’s use free of charge for the rest of her visit, but I had found myself a friend that I could swing by for chai whenever I felt like it...

The summer fought on with pleasant weather throughout September but everyone I spoke to was certain to emphasise that, “we’ve been lucky” and “it won’t last”. My denial of the graduation of the year, resulting in colder weather, was as strong as ever, and my choice of clothes as a result started getting more peculiar looks (I still don’t own a pair of winter boots)...

And now in November the layers are adding on, the gloves have become a necessity rather than an accessory, particularly whilst cycling. The days are growing so short to the point that if I sleep in I’m likely to miss a majority of the daylight. I say daylight as opposed to sunlight given the near-constant overcast sky. The rain/drizzle, although painstakingly annoying, has become a daily expectation. And although my umbrella is always on hand, riding a bicycle doesn’t allow the easy access to umbrella ‘protection’, not to mention the safety risk of juggling an umbrella through (bicycle) traffic, which in itself is hazardous...

It’s already December, I don’t know where time disappeared. I have been in and out of Copenhagen so many times and now the friends I have made here will soon start leaving to spend Christmas at their respective homes. Many of them wont return in the new year. And so I must prepare to say goodbyes. I haven’t had to deal with goodbyes in while. And these will be different to the ‘see you later’s that occupied my departure from Australia in July. These are more permanent, much longer, if not forever, goodbyes – the worst kind...

I’m packing up my room, my cute little studio that has been home these past months. The snow has kept up, blizzard-like conditions at times. Copenhagen received more snow this winter than in the past ten. As my room becomes more bare, reality is setting in. I’m heading back home after nearly nine months of being in a state of travel-frenzy. I crave routine more than anything. (I’m going to regret saying that)


 


Friday, May 25, 2012

out of love, not revelry or fear.

A dear friend shared this story with me and although I couldn't find the exact reference I felt impelled to share it. The first is the original in Farsi, followed by a rough translation into English. :)

عارفی را دیدند مشعلى و جام آب در دست پرسیدند کجا میروی؟

گفت:میروم با این آتش بهشت را بسوزانم و بااین آب جهنم راخاموش کنم, تا 

مردم خدا را فقط بخاطر عشق به او بپرستند، نه بخاطر عیاشی در بهشت

!وترس ازجهنم
They saw an Aref (an enlightened person) carrying a flame and a chalice of water. They asked him, "where art thou heading to?"
He replied, "I am indeed on my way to burn away the heaven with this fire and extinguish the fire of the hell with this water, so that people worship God out of love and not for revelry in the heaven and the fear of hell."


If anyone knows/finds out where this is from, I would be very grateful!

Thursday, April 26, 2012

we eat pomegranates differently

misplaced love breeds misplaced hate, 
at the end of the day they're one and the same,
when fascination subsides, reality overrides, 
is it too late to change how we operate?

you squeezed your way in, then rolled away, 
leaving a trail of lost moments and memory replays,
I downplay your importance, to match your nonchalance, 
aware that I could elevate you to heaven with no regrets,
but its the wrong place to invest, and it's no time to confess, 
you leave me a mess because you can't see that you're blessed

clap me in iron, leave me in chains, 
lock me in solitary, I'd still feel the same
I miss you most days, it's always this way, 
but one moment of sentiment breeds ten of regret

we seem to be going down different paths, 
but I want to believe that this is because
you know where you are going and I’m still lost.

"Just because we don't talk doesn't mean I don't think about you. 
I'm just trying to distance myself because I know I can't have you."**

words and their worth i have come to doubt,
unfinished half-truths leaving questions unasked,
the lines between saying more than I mean,
words no longer used to portray what is real

I poured out my heart and all I heard
was the echo of your laugh
we ate pomegranates differently,
but your indifference let us fall apart

** Wiz Khalifa

more difficulties, more perfection.

The more difficulties one sees in the world the more perfect one becomes. The more you plough and dig the ground the more fertile it becomes. The more you cut the branches of a tree the higher and stronger it grows. The more you put the gold in the fire the purer it becomes. The more you sharpen the steel by grinding the better it cuts. Therefore, the more sorrows one sees the more perfect one becomes. That is why, in all times, the Prophets of God have had tribulations and difficulties to withstand. The more often the captain of a ship is in the tempest and difficult sailing the greater his knowledge becomes. Therefore I am happy that you have had great tribulations and difficulties. For this I am very happy — that you have had many sorrows. Strange it is that I love you and still I am happy that you have sorrows.
 Abdu'l-Baha - Star of the West, vol. 14, no. 2, p. 41.