Tee ees - the road ahead

Realizations shape life, shape the path. Show you how far off you may have been.. show you where you're headed. Where the õige things and people stand. The air is clearer here, the light more defined. The energy unreal, and more real than can ever be imagined.

True as ever -

Edasi..

Ots - point - geahči

I've realized that I am uneasy, sometimes exasperated with "points". Call them the peaks and valleys, a snapping point or 30-point bucks.. they instill a bit of doubt. Am I putting in enough effort to re-route or maintain the direction of things? Is it all just cycling and therefore I need not worry about effort? Obviously when things are at a higher point or a peak, it feels like the right time to allow things to soar as they will, to not overextend my efforts so as to not be an obstacle to natural growth or inadvertently re-route the momentum of the moment. When they are lower, down in a sort of rut, then there is that feeling of inadequate exertion in an opaque cocktail with the glimmering suspect that a turn-around is straight ahead. You never really know whether you are just running against a wall until you either break through or stumble across it. How much of that are you responsible for? Not running means a static state, which in principle leads nowhere. Though I wonder what can be found in 'nowhere'..

Head down and shoulders locked or shake it off and face the sky?

Simply searching for the arc. Best place to look is straight ahead, I suppose.

Edasi..

Rmmffhfhfh.

I don't often read horoscopes. Specifically, only when I have the urge to scan the gems written by The Onion or when I get a free month-long newspaper subscription and the only rival to horoscopes on the back page is the weather report. Today's bit of "cosmic wisdom" caught my eye and my eyebrows.

Kuula sisehäält, kuna see võib lausa karjuda.

Listen to your inner voice, as it might outright shout.

Tähed räägivad tõtt - the stars speak the truth. Whether it is the alignment of the planets, slowly rising temperatures and increasing daylight, mild lactose intolerance or simply the confluence of all things life.. that inner voice is making a racket as of late. What language it speaks, however, often escapes me.

Edasi..

Keeleelamine

Nii.

I just heard an incredibly intriguing tale about late Eesti President Lennart Meri tonight, and felt I should lock it down in visible, re-audible form for later times.

Härra Meri was once on an ethnographic trip to film Finno-Ugric doings amongst the Nganassaani prior to Eesti re-gaining independence (on a side note - definitely check out Lõhmus' film "Tantsud Linnuteele. Pildistusi Lennart Meri filmirännakutelt" when the opportunity arises). Obviously this meant it was Soviet times, and - not much differently from the norm amongst more eastern-centered Finno-Ugric peoples today - Russian was the language used for bridging linguistic streams. After paddling upstream with the crew and local Nganassaani to their camp to film a bear ritual, docking and unloading and such, Meri pulled one of the other Estonians on the trip aside and said "Come over here and let's speak in our own language for ten minutes." Eesti keeles, eks ole. "Ten minutes?" the guy asked. Meri nodded. So they sat on the bank of the river, amongst the bustle and after having felt a bit of resistance and slight hostility from the Nganassaani ("Why should we work for you?" I think was a rough translation of the phrase used prior to launch), and started chatting about the world in straight, lilting and üliilus eesti keeles. After a few minutes, one of the younger Nganassaani came up to them and asked, "What are you saying? I don't understand." Meri answered, "We're speaking our own language." The Nganassaani chap cocked his head and stared at them in more-than-slight bewilderment for a while, listening to the language.. hearing the sound and the rhythm, the deep similarities with his own. Afterwards, intertwining the group with the Nganassaani began to picked up pace and depth.

The words "Russian", "stranger/other" ("võõras") and "enemy" all share one common set of letters in Nganassaani - their word for "Russian". Once the people determined and took to heart the fact that eestlased (Estonians) were neither the first nor the third, the second was soon to fall and the understanding that there was a deeper bond came forth. Soome-ugri - Finno-Ugric.

Speak your language, no matter how "small" or whether anyone around you comprehends. It opens up its own worlds..

Räägi.

Edasi..