Friday, January 13, 2012

Thailand : Part #1 – Bangkok


Thailand was the destination for my break over New Year and it was my first proper trip to the country – having only seen the delights of Bangkok airport previously while connecting to other places.

The Xmas / New Year period is very busy tourist-wise in Thailand – due in no small part to the fact that the weather – especially for Europeans and Westerners – is very pleasant compared to back home. Moreover, Thailand is very affordable and offers a note of “exoticism” for many.

An uneventful flight from Dubai culminated in an early morning arrival in Bangkok’s fairly impressive and sizeable airport. I was at once very glad to be travelling business class and have access to Fast Track through immigration as my companions faced massive queues in the regular immigration lines and thus delays on getting through to our luggage.

Once cleared and luggage picked up we headed into downtown Bangkok in a taxi to our hotel – the upmarket Banyan Tree.

My first observation is that Bangkok is far from the semi-shanty, underdeveloped second world city I had imagined. It is very built up, urbanized and pretty impressive in terms of its infrastructure.

Our hotel was situated centrally and while slightly anonymous sitting back from the road behind another tower, it was to my mind very pleasant and Asian service and hospitality was evident from arrival.

My room was very well appointed and very comfortable and I was generally very impressed with the hotel – especially bearing in mind the price of the room which was a third of what I would have paid in London or New York for a comparable room or half of what I would have paid in Europe or the Middle East.

The first day was spent fighting off the temptation to sleep - following a near sleepless night on the way on the plane  – and visiting notable sights in Bangkok. In particular the temple complex which we reached by Long Tail boat (remember the James Bond movie The Man With The Golden Gun – those boats) up the river. The river was absolutely filthy and moderately smelly, the boat ride was “different” in terms of comfort, but overall fun and a “must-do” experience when in Bangkok.

We wandered through sweltering humidity and not insignificant temperatures (around 34 degrees) to find the Grand Palace Complex where we wanted to see the Palace and the Temple of the Emerald Buddha etc. 

I noticed that the Thais are very good indeed at putting up signs to tell you what NOT to do and where NOT to go – but are much worse at signage that is remotely helpful. Thus an almost complete circuit of the temple complex resulted in us eventually finding the main entrance whereupon we were told we could not enter wearing shorts and skirts etc. (Very annoying as I’d worn my best skirt for the occasion . . .) and were promptly ushered to an enormous queue to “borrow” appropriate clothing – which in my case involved donning a pair of extremely thick “leisure trousers” made of nylon and finished in a delightful “alimentary” brown colour,  over the top of my shorts. Not only were they ghastly to look at and hugely uncomfortable to wear –they also instantly increased the temperature of my body to around 140 degrees from the waist down. Nice. Not.

(Travel TIP: If anyone offers you the chance to boil your own genitals in a pair of thick brown trousers in order to revere the Buddha – I’d recommend thinking twice before taking them up on it.)

The palaces and temples were indeed impressive for their bright abundance of gold and semi precious stones and flamboyant architecture. The complex was large and after a while we all had the impression that we had seen as much gold as we ever wanted to . . . we eventually exited the complex and were released from our nasty temple clothing and moved on down the road to the next temple complex where the reclining Buddha is housed in all his splendor. This was an impressive sight and one which merited a number of photos. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reclining_Buddha)

Then it was time for our first journey in the classic Bangkok / Thai transport phenomenon that is the Tuk Tuk…

These remarkable little machines vary somewhat, but are typically three wheelers built around a motorcycle engine – two stroke or four stroke – with a little “platform” behind for the passengers to sit in. They stink, they’re noisy, they’re bloody uncomfortable and they’re actually not that cheap compared to cabs often, but they are fun . . .until they break down. As mine did. Obviously.

My travelling companions thought it highly amusing that my Tuk Tuk broke down – rapidly reaching the conclusion that my size and weight must have been too much for the little machine. (In fact it was more likely to do with the fact that the particular Tuk Tuk hadn’t seen a mechanic this millennium – but hey . . .).

After a 15 minute wait by the road, another Tuk Tuk driver approached – clearly a contact of our driver – and we climbed aboard. My fellow passenger was the smallest person on our party – the very definition of "petite" – so we made amusing viewing for onlookers.

Our new driver was clearly Bangkok’s answer to the young Michael Schumacher and we set off at an incredible pace through the traffic, navigating our way through gaps that frankly looked too tight for a bicycle, let alone a Tuk Tuk at top speed. I gripped the metal bars around me for dear life. And then we hit some corners. . .

My weight, combined with a distinct lack of “counterbalance” from my fellow passenger meant that we took several right handers on two wheels, with our driver demonically grinning as he looked back at us and not at the on-coming traffic.

Thankfully we were delivered in one piece to an eaterie where we ate expensive (by Thai standards) food before heading off on the “skytrain” – overland metro – to the “seedy” part of town.

I have to say, not only do I have absolutely no interest in going to strip bars and sex shows (been there, done that, many years ago in other parts of the world) I couldn’t help but feel that it is precisely the naïve grinning tourist who thinks it’s all a bit of a laugh to go and watch women humiliate themselves in front of sweaty westerners with bizarre sex shows that perpetuates and indeed validates the sprawling Thai /Bangkok sex industry.

Moreover, it is certain that these dens of iniquity do not just include the strip shows and “ping pong” shows, but also provide the gateway for entering into the world of child prostitution that Bangkok is unfortunately also infamous for and other sordid, sick and exploitative acts. I argued this case to my companions – apparently on deaf ears – and returned to the hotel for an early night prior to the early start the next day . . .  the day of the Tiger.

To be continued . . . 

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Αναθεώρηση Part 11: Πρόβλεψη / Outlook For 2012

Over the last 12 days - the first of 2012 - I have reviewed and reflected on different aspects of my 2011. From people to places, sounds to images etc. It has been a pretty thorough review and at times quite raw and difficult.

So . . . what does it all mean? Where am I going to go with all the things I’ve digested, created, learned and shared in 2011? Who am I going to spend time with? How am I going to spend my time? Where am I going to spend my time?

I don’t believe in resolutions or New Year promises that exist as a stress and only to be broken. I am much more interested in exploring the things that I really WANT to do. If the things I WANT to do align with the THINGS I “should” do then I may have a chance of doing them, n’est-ce pas?

Most of the things I want to do in 2012 are really just building on what I’ve been doing in 2011 (although there are some things I did in 2011 or happened to me in 2011 that I definitely want to avoid). Some, however, mark significant departure and change…

Here are the 12 for 2012:

1. Be more compassionate . . .
I want to continue to work on being compassionate – first to myself and then to others. I am sometimes rather hard on myself – and often allow myself to feel very disappointed in myself and the things I do. While it is perhaps helpful to be self-censoring and to maintain a level of self-criticism or at least slef-awareness, it is important not to end up being tougher on oneself than one really needs to be.

So I will forgive myself, I will give to myself and I will take care of myself by respecting who and what I am and valuing that properly and appropriately.

I include a short video on compassion from The Center for Compassion and Altruism Research and Education at Stanford University in California. I think it is great that a university like Stanford has set up a center like this and is focusing on this area. People are taking this compassion business pretty seriously . . .


2. Let go of the past . . .
I want to put the past  - not just 2011 – behind me. Not to forget about it – obviously – but to leave it where it is. In the past.  I love history and all that it can tell us, but I believe I have relied too much on the past in my life and need to be much more present in the here and now.

Talking of letting go of the past – and binning it - check out this amazing initiative which a friend shared on FaceBook – really impressive and a neat idea. 


3. Play, write & listen to more music . . .
I didn’t play or write as much music as I could have done in 2011 – mainly due to injuries and time.

This year I want to work on my piano playing, write more music and songs and most of all I want to listen to more music – especially classical and jazz.

It’s a simple thing and I know it will feel great. I’ve missed my music!

4. Giving up things (to take care of myself better) . . .
I have given a lot of thought to the things I really don’t need in my life and which prevent me or obstruct me from taking better care of myself.

There are few things which I think it is right to give up absolutely – other than cigarettes (which I have almost given up but still indulge in periodically) – but there are several things which I can stop pushing and relegate significantly in terms of my involvement / consumption / interest.

I am going to reduce the amount of motorcycles I own and the amount of motorcycling I do. I am going to continue to ride occasionally in the desert and will probably do a little bit of touring in Europe or the US, but I think that starting track riding and racing, continuing a lot of road riding and so on is pushing my luck in terms of age, injuries and resilience. Not time yet to hang up my helmet, but definitely time to accept I’m not 20 any more and make this a smaller part of my leisure time.

I’m also going to reduce my other bad habits - such as bad food, over-travelling and over general over-indulgence . . .and hopefully get a little bit of a better balance in terms of how I spend my free time.

I want to become more moderate and not push myself so hard to do things which are dangerous, tiring or just plain bad for me.

5. Taking up things (to take care of myself better) . . .
To balance some of the things I am going to reduce, I want to increase some of the things that are actively good for me.

No extreme targets or promises here, but simple recalibration of time and effort to include more healthy and soothing things – including regular exercise -  even if it is just a brisk walk, get back to doing some basic and simple yoga, continuing a healthy balanced diet, and perhaps most fundamental of all – getting plenty of good rest and sleep.

Simple – but worth focusing on a little.

6. Relationships . . .
Life is too short to spend it with assholes, losers, painful people, rude people, stupid people. We all know that.

But life is also too short not to spend the maximum amount of time with the people we really care about and who really interest us.

This year I want to spend time on the relationships that are most important to me. On my family, my close friends, my good buddies - and also on the random but important and valuable connections I have made with people across the globe.

But not on "acquaintances" and the like - I'm sorry but that time belongs to my friends.

And if you are wondering which category you fall into, you have probably just answered your own question.

7. Travel a road less travelled . . .
I mean this in both a literal and metaphorical sense.

I want to do more travel to places I don’t know instead of places I do – or at least bring that back into a better balance. I’ve fallen into the habit in the last few years of spending my leisure travel predominantly in places that I know and have been to before. I want to see some new places in 2012 and have some new experiences.

Metaphorically I also want to try new things, think in new ways and encounter new experiences in all forms. I love change and have appetite for new things – and I am working on being more open minded about the opportunities to do these kind of things.

Here’s to the road less travelled – I’ll write about it when I get there.

8. Write a short story (or maybe two) . . .
I’ve done a lot of writing this year – mainly essays on this blog, some travel pieces, and food writing and a little “creative” writing.

A number of kind people (and I hope in possession of intelligence and good judgment too) have said positive things about my writing and encouraged me to do more.

As writing provides both therapy and self-expression for me, I am not at all adverse to this and have decided that I am going to focus on writing one (at least) fictional short story this year. Something that I will write with great care, that I will edit with sensitivity and brevity as equal goals – and which I hope will reflect both my creative passion and my point of view on the subjects I write about. I hope I can produce something evocative and inspiring.

To the few people I have mentioned this too already – thank you for the kind offers to proof read, criticize, comment and generally support.

9. Spend more time in Greece . . . 
This may sound at odds with point 7, but I have realized that I have never really gotten over my love affair with Greece and remain deeply attached to her. To this end I must spend more time there to allow myself to feel comfortable and satiated.

If you’ve ever loved a place that’s not your home, you will know what I mean.

10. Love a little better . . .
This applies to all the kinds of relationships I have – friendship and beyond. I don’t consider myself weak or deficient particularly in this area - but I know I can be a little more thoughtful, a little more sensitive, a little less demanding and just a little “less” sometimes.

As Ovid, the Roman poet wrote: “If you would be loved, be loveable”.

11. Get to know my brother . . .
As referenced in my first piece in the review of 2011, I have neglected my relationship with my brother and I realize this has cost me – and him – and I wish to rectify that.

I plan to spend more time with him this year and to spend specific time travelling with him to get to know him better.

I am looking forward to that journey.

12. Epilogue . . .
In conclusion, I’m simply going to enjoy more of the things I love in life, and do less of the things I don’t want or need anymore.

And I'm going to keep on writing about them - whether just plain description and observation or more analytical and philosophical - because I enjoy that too.

I leave 2011 with this quote – from a slightly unusual source perhaps – but I think it says a lot:

“Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it. You must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it.” 
Elizabeth Gilbert – Eat, Pray, Love

Αναθεώρηση Part 10: Learned . . .



I am an inquisitive, indeed curious, person so it is unsurprising that I learned a great deal in 2011 – some things from my own efforts to acquire knowledge and understanding, and some from the generosity or genius of others.

Some things I learned from scratch while others I simply deepened or expanded my learning. There were also some things that I re-learned in the sense that I had all but forgotten about them or what they were.

All in all I am grateful for the things I learned although sometimes knowledge and understanding can be a burden as well as a blessing.

Here are my 11 things for 2011 that I learned or re-learned or learned more about:

1. Dignity
It may be a function of age or experience, or perhaps a softer philosophical disposition, but I learned last year a great deal about dignity. That is not to say I acted with dignity on all occasions that I could or should have – far from it, but there were some occasions that I did and I realized that not only can this be a good thing for me, but also it is often a much more gentle way of behaving towards others.

If I think to the occasions where I lacked dignity it was because my childishness and ego demanded that my complaints be heard, my situation be appreciated more, that I be the centre of attention and so on.

I think dignity is when we have every right to behave in one way – usually demanding, rough and raw, but choose to behave more gently, more subtly, in a more restrained way. It is an act of self-control in the face of easier alternatives.

It relates in some ways to compassion in that it is something we do because we CAN and not because we must. And when we are dignified in our behavior we are often putting the feelings and sensitivities of others before our own. It is kind.

It is an appealing behavior and, building on my learning in 2011, one that I certainly aspire to cultivate further.

2. Patience
Those who know me well would not immediately reach for the word “patience” when thinking of me. Indeed, they would much more likely choose an antonym or just laugh. However, I have made a little progress in learning more about the benefits and practice of patience during the last year.

It is always a battle for me to be patient – to fight my urges, desires, curiosity, insecurity and energy – but there is a time where patience is not only the best strategy, but also provides more satisfaction and well-being.

You see being curious, impatient, full of desire and energetic is often stressful and tiring. For me, and also for those around me. While it brings progress, makes things happen, advances things, it also saps energy from others, feels rough and aggressive at times. I realized that this last year more than previously.

Patience is an expression of trust. A belief that one can let things be and they will follow their own natural order without requiring intervention or influence.

Trusting things, situations and people allows one to be more patient. On the occasions I am patient, I think this is what helps me. The concept of trust.

There is another dimension to patience which is deferral – reprioritizing the thing that one is examining and thus deferring its immediacy and importance in our lives. This is also patience. Not everything has a unit value of 1. Not everything is the most important thing in the world. Not everything needs to be addressed now.

I must work on this in practice.

3. Understanding
“Understanding” in English can mean two things – comprehension and sympathy (or possibly even empathy).

“I need to improve my understanding of the situation before I decide how to approach it” – comprehension.

“Despite his aggressive and rude behaviour, she showed her understanding and left him alone to calm down.” – sympathy

I have learned a lot more about understanding this last year. Firstly from my committed interest in and increasing practice of compassion – which drives both the quest to understand and gain clarity, and then the expression of sympathy or empathy  - although it is perhaps not quite true that all sympathy or empathy is built on proper knowledge, clarity or understanding of the matter concerned. Secondly from my curiosity and desire for knowledge – this ensures that I think about, research, investigate, query and observe the things that interest me until I understand them or at least understand them better.

There is no greater frustration to me than not to understand something – it keeps me awake at night and distracts me entirely.

There is a possibility that this is not a good thing and that it is ok to just accept things for what they are without understanding them. I manage this when I have faith in something – I do not require understanding or explanation for that – so perhaps I should be more moderate in my quest for understanding – and that is my key learning on this subject from 2011.

4. Giving
Again perhaps part of compassion dynamics, but I learned some more about giving in 2011.

I am, I believe, generally known as a giving person. Generous with my time, my energy and my resources, it gives me great pleasure and sense of purpose to give and to help people if I can.

As I grow a little wiser with my years, I am increasingly satisfied just with the act of giving and much less interested in reciprocation. This may be a weakness and is certainly a potential vulnerability, but viewed within the compassion framework I cannot think of it that way.

I have learned however that “over-giving”, when one passes the comforts of recipients no matter how well-intentioned, is not desirable and I need to pay attention to that.

I give because I can and it feels right to do so. However, to be a good giver, one needs to think not only of the giving but also of the receiving. We should only give what someone is able to receive.

Something I learned in Greece all these years was the art of hospitality – φιλοξενία as it is known. Friendship to strangers or guests from its literal root – for as I have written about before, the Greek work for “guest” and “stranger” is the same.

My biggest learning when it came to hospitality – of which the Greeks are the world’s masters – was not how to give hospitality, but how to receive it. And the best host is the gentlest and most sensitive host. Discrete, dignified as well as generous and warm.

So to be a better giver, I learned last year that I must think more about how much and what someone can receive and not impose myself with my kindness or generosity if someone cannot accept it. For then the purpose of giving is defeated and instead becomes an act of aggression or pressure – and that is not the kindness that is intended.

5. Joy
Last year I experienced joy once more. I re-learned what it is to be truly and ecstatically happy. It ought to be something that is very energetic and stimulating – and there were moments where it was indeed like a burning, blinding light – but my abiding memory of the joy I experienced last year was of peace. Of calm. Of a sense of “fit” with the world and my existence in it. And the fact that I smiled and laughed a lot more.

Joy is temporary of course and we would not know it as joy or feel it as we do if it was not contrasted with pain, misery and all the shades of happiness in between. So we should not lament its passing too much as if it were to stay it would certainly diminish in force and strength. As written elsewhere in this collection of essays – we need the contrast in life to feel things.

My joyous periods last year were so bright precisely because they contrasted with the feelings and emotions of the period that immediately preceded them.

While I have of course known joy before, it has been sometime since I can really recall the feeling. I think my learning last year was to truly treasure the moment.

To live in the “now” of those moments and not be too distracted by the future or the past. I was somewhat successful in that attempt but not entirely. . .

6. Sadness
Perhaps somewhat predictably or inevitably I also learned more about sadness last year – as a flip side to the joy I experienced, but also as the world around me and specifically certain people around me underwent terrific hardship, change and experienced great fear.

Perversely perhaps, I learned there is a warmth in sadness – it is not always cold, steely and grey. When we allow ourselves to get as close as we can to the root of our sadness and allow ourselves to express our sadness in an appropriate (& dignified) way then we can find great relief, comfort and warmth from this emotion.

I also learned that sadness is a tiring emotion and one, which if experienced over a long period, can drain you enormously.

Fortunately, I am blessed with an ability to process sadness quite well – I digest reasonably quickly. Possibly because of my desire to understand and possibly because I am not afraid of sadness any more – so I don’t avoid it or put it off. Instead I tend to embrace it, deal with it, live it and then move forward.

I do need to learn more about handling my sadness with more dignity – because frankly, being a misery guts is not a good look – and to continue to work with my sadness in a constructive way.

7. Now
I spent a lot of time thinking about “now” in 2011. To treasure moments, to free myself from the future, to depart from the past – there were many moments, many reasons and many opportunities to think about “now” and I learned a great deal from it.

As noted in my lengthy essay on the subject (I promise I will get around to editing that one at some point!), “Now” is difficult. The present is the hardest time to live, and it is the only time we live despite our best efforts to languish in dreams and memories to avoid it.

When I have managed to center myself on being very present in my life and thus be very “now”, it has been an increasingly positive experience.

I am lucky in that I am a highly instinctive person with an intuition bordering on the extra sensory – so I am able to detach myself relatively easily from some of the infrastructure of my mind because I retain the comfort of my instincts and intuition as protection. But it being “now” remains hard and requires practice.

Meditation, contemplation and usually solitude help. I learned lots from my “now-ness”. Give it a try.

8. Compromise
I wrote about this topic in the summer and consequently / subsequently thought a great deal about it and tried to put my thoughts on the subject into practice.

I have traditionally a love / hate relationship with compromise – espousing it vigorously on the one hand as a mediating principle and the best example of balance, respect and mutuality, and on the other hand exempting myself from inclusion in the game of compromise because my ideals and goals cannot be compromised and my ego will not relinquish its selfishness.

That said, with conscious thought and analysis, and factoring in the motives for compromise – love, respect, dignity, compassion to name a few – I have found it also to be a worthy act and one which is both becoming and desirable.

But as with many of these worthy behaviours, I also learned it requires balance, perspective and propriety.

9. Confidence
2011 saw me get more of my old confidence back again. I learned to be bold once more, to take risks and to feel good about it.

Anyone who knows me professionally only will find this a very odd statement, as I appear very confident at work. Appearances, however, often bely the truth.

In my private life however, for reasons not worth going into here right now, my confidence has not been strong for some time.

My own mother asked me a couple of years back why I had stopped being funny and the only reason I could think of was because I had lost my confidence. It was a supremely depressing moment and caused me deep introspection.

Since then – and last year marked significant learning on the subject – I have worked on my confidence in quite a focused way. I am distinctly more comfortable with who I am and what I am than perhaps ever before (although this is not to say I do not have work yet still to do) and I am clearer about what I need and want in life – these two things alone allow one to be a little more confident.

But more than philosophy, I have empirical reason for my increased confidence – I have got my humour back (not all of it - I will be funnier in time – be patient!) and I have got my energetic spirit back into my personal life too. When put into practice in 2011 they worked well for me – people laughed, people engaged, I was my old self and I engaged much more with my interests such as music, travel, writing, photography etc…

I also learned that your real self is always more pleasing to others and to you than any assumed or acted self can be – and so the need to assume a self other than yours or act out a part immediately become redundant. That gives me confidence. Think about it.

10. Humour
As referenced above, my increased confidence has increased my humour quotient and I feel moderately funny again. This is important to me because I enjoy laughter and fun, and more importantly I enjoy giving it to other people – and I used to be absolutely brilliant at it until I lost my way.

Humour is a strange concept. Much of what makes us laugh is very ephemeral and eccentric. Much of it is also black – schadenfreude, irony, sarcasm, satire – all somewhat aggressive or negative and yet they make us laugh.

Other people’s misfortune is at the heart of much humour – and it is because of the psychological release we have when we realize that something bad is happening to someone else is not happening to US. Usually when the bad thing is not something deserved or foreseeable.

Example: Man slips on banana skin. Funny. We laugh, not because he is going to hurt himself, but because it is something random and unlucky (he didn’t do anything to “deserve” the banana skin) and it is NOT happening to us.

Beyond from the inherent humour in the misfortune or deprecation of others, I actually believe the greatest humour is really all about “wit”.

I cannot define wit in any meaningful or helpful way, but we all understand wit when we see it. It is a kind of intelligence combined with intuition and observation. And wit is an enormous platform for humour.

I do not like jokes. With very few notable exceptions, jokes are constructed witticisms to enable the unfunny to make people laugh. The least funny people I know, know the most jokes – because they are reliant on them. Jokes are an easy route to humour if wit has abandoned you.

But the really funny people – Billy Connolly, Eddie Izzard, Dave Allen, Peter Cook, John Cleese for example – don’t tell jokes. They don’t construct humour from a formula – they observe, deprecate, challenge and point out paradox and obtuseness from everyday life – and they do it with great wit and intelligence.

I once watched Billy Connolly perform live in a theatre in London. A stage, a stool, a spotlight, a microphone and 4,000 people in front of him demanding he make them laugh. Within 3 minutes of his 2 hour plus performance he owned those people, controlled them totally. And what a rush! What a high! All that power, all the energy and all of it resting on his next word, pause or expression – where it could all be lost in an instant. Agony and ecstasy – I can only imagine how wonderful that must feel.

For me, I don’t see myself in the theatre anytime soon. I’m just not that funny. But I can envisage myself sending people into paroxysms of laughter at dinner parties or other gatherings once more.

I can see myself seeing more and more of the funny side of life and recording it, replaying it and sharing it. Why? Because I am a much happier person than I was. And because with my confidence returned, I have learned to be funny again. A bit.

11. My Self
Regular readers and even those who have just read my review of 2011, will have probably figured out that the thing I have learned most about in 2011 is my self.

It is no accident of course. I have wanted to and actively spent time on doing so. Many of my reflections, discoveries and thoughts on what I have discovered about my self, have been recorded as essays on this blog, while some are still too new, too raw or just too deeply personal to make it out here yet.

I continue to feel my self as a “Xenos” - my “nom de plume” and alter ego – my creative identity, my perceived self. The guest & the stranger.

But I am being much more hospitable to the travelling stranger inside me, being warmer and kinder and getting to know the stranger within a little better. One day I will cease being a stranger to my self and I have a good idea precisely which day that it, but until then I – as everyone – will continue to make the journey to self-understanding and spend time with the most familiar stranger I know.

What have I learned specifically about Xenos this year? That I must be compassionate to my self as well as to others, that the past doesn’t have to dictate the future and that “now” is where we all, including our selves, live.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Αναθεώρηση Part 9: Created . . .



create [kriːˈeɪt]
vb
1. (tr) to cause to exist
2. (tr) to be the cause of 
3. (intr) to be engaged in creative work
 [C14 create, created, from Latin creātus, from creāre to produce, make]

As is often my way, I look at definitions and etymology to understand the meaning of words – as well as usage.

In terms of “what I have created” in 2011, I have focused on things that I caused to exist, things that I was the cause of, as well as things that I made or produced. There is a subtle difference…

Moreover, what is “created”, is by definition, something that did not exist (at least in this way) before its creation. One cannot cause something to exist if it existed previously – that would be to “re-create”. To this end, to create is to give birth, to give life to something that without one’s action, involvement or intervention, would otherwise not exist. Or at least not in this way, or at this time. 

1. Relationships
In 2011 I created several new friendships and relationships – or perhaps I should say I “co-created” them with willing people. 

To describe friendship I will turn to C.S. Lewis: “Friendship arises out of mere Companionship when two or more of the companions discover that they have in common some insight or interest or even taste which the others do not share and which, till that moment, each believed to be his own unique treasure (or burden)…It is when two such persons discover one another, when, whether with immense difficulties and semi-articulate fumblings or with what would seem to us amazing and elliptical speed, they share their vision – it is then that friendship is born. And instantly they stand together in an immense solitude.”

What Lewis means by the solitude is that when one forms a friendship with someone, one forms a connection based on the unique shared vision of those two or more people, and by definition this connection thus disconnects those people from others. They affiliate among each other but disassociate from others – thus creating solitude for themselves.

In this way I found myself enjoying new and expanded friendships in 2011 and as a result created additional solitude for myself – and perhaps for others.

2. Pain
I created much pain for myself in 2011 – and indeed others created pain for me as well (just in case I was running low!)…

But by and large the pain I suffered last year was my creation. I mean of course both physical and emotional pain.

I created significant physical pain in the accidents I suffered and the resulting injuries and surgeries, but I also created psychological and emotional pain through other kinds of accidents and the resulting “injuries” and “surgeries”. Interestingly, to continue the analogy further, both kinds of pain in 2011 for me involved some kind of amputation, removal etc – a removal of a piece of either body or soul, a detachment.

Both kinds of pain heal with time – although it is also interesting to note the parallels between physical and psychological or emotional pain when it comes to scarring, closed wounds, and so on.

My shoulder for example will never work the same way again, and my finger will not grow back. I will always have the scarring on my legs from the other accidents. The pain has reduced or diminished but there is lasting damage that will change the course of how I live, move, function. 

Maybe the same wounds in terms of anxiety, self esteem, self image, confidence, and so on will leave scars and lack of function? As we grow older and suffer more emotional and psychological trauma –whether self inflicted or by others – do we also accumulate more and more emotional scar tissue leading to more and more emotional disability?

I think perhaps we do – and the only thing that counterbalances this decay and growing disability is our mental capacity to comprehend it and learn from it – to attempt to avoid in the future the things which have hurt us in the past.

The other great truth about pain is that we have no pain memory. We literally cannot recall or remember pain. This is a protective mechanism our psychological function has developed to help us escape the terror and misery that repeated memory of pain would cause. We know we suffered pain, misery or discomfort but when we try to recall it we cannot feel it again.

Sadly it seems to be mirrored by an equal inability to recall the feelings of comfort, joy and happiness.

I created my own pain. I will deal with the scars it leaves behind.

3. Laughter
I created laughter again in 2011. I am gradually getting my humour back and it’s great. Still not where I used to be, but making people laugh is enormously rewarding and a proper laugh from the belly works wonders for the soul – and so it is a great pleasure to be able to provide that for people and to create laughter. 

If a big belly laugh isn't available, then even chuckles and smiles are pretty good soul food, so I don’t mind cooking those humour snacks, if the big banquet of a laugh is too hard to manage . . .

But it is good to make people laugh. I like that.

4. Art
When we think of “Creative” people we often most immediately think of art . . . but I believe creativity is manifested across many aspects – indeed nearly all aspects of our lives and existence.

However, art is a uniquely creative outlet because I think in part it is not required. We do not need art to live. It is not something that relates to any of the key biological functions that we need to complete to sustain life – and yet it can at times be so essential.

For me it is both something to appreciate and to create. When appreciating art – whether painting, music, sculpture, poetry, prose, photography or whatever form – I am seeing information and expression through someone else’s mind and soul. So I am learning about them and about the subject that has inspired their art.

Thus when I create my meager outputs – this essay writing, my occasional poetry & prose (never shared but with a very select few) or my music  - I am communicating information and expression with perspective. I want to tell people about the thing that inspires me AND how I feel about it – what exactly it inspires in me. And so I needed to create art. And it became an essential outlet for my mind, my heart and my soul.

I have needed it since a child and constantly sought routes to self-expression – finally settling on words and music – and very occasionally photography and images.

So I had no choice but to continue to create things in this area during 2011 – and it was of great comfort and help to me to do so. At times this “creation” gave me great pleasure – and at others it soothed the pain. . .

5. Thought
I did a remarkable amount of thinking in 2011 - by my standards at least – and it was very satisfying. I’m not sure my thoughts amounted to an awful lot, but as an exercise it was invigorating.

I’d honestly much rather spend an hour thinking hard than running hard –although I recognize that a balanced life has both!

I created quite a bit with my thoughts this last year – not least of which was the creation of new parts of me . Let me explain. . .

In thinking I became conscious. I became aware. In my awareness I found light to see things previously obscured by the shadow of ignorance or unconscious – and thus I understood some things. And in understanding I created new parts of my consciousness, my experience and ultimately my intelligence.

Abstract I agree, and as I say, I’m not sure my thoughts amount to much or have particular meaning or import, but they have “bulked up” my brain, exercised some “mind muscles” and helped me pass some wonderful hours with a strange expression on my face of curiosity and satisfaction combined.

Apart from bulking up my brain, and passing time, the thoughts I created this year ended up being passed on as advice or counsel to some, written about in this blog and discussed in many conversations here and there.

All in all a reasonable output. . .

6. Anxiety
Another thing I created a great deal of – and wished I hadn’t – was anxiety.

Both in myself and for myself – and also for others.

I worry about some things far more than I should do (and yes, others not enough – like most of us) and when I get anxious I tend to go to town. But that is generally my problem. What is perhaps more important is the anxiety I created in others. . .

Whether through insensitivity, stupidity, risk taking, or simple things like a lack of decent communication or explanation, I created quite a bit of anxiety this last year and much of it in people that I care about and who – by definition – care about me.

I wish I had been less selfish and more thoughtful.

7. Relief
Happily and conversely, I also created quite a bit of relief this year also – some in conclusion to anxiety . . .(for example: he isn’t dead, it’s just a finger. What a relief!) . . .and some in response to a need to be put out of other misery or given the reassurance that it will be ok.

For some reason I have been gifted with a certain amount of ability in terms of making others feel safe and secure. It might be my height and size or it might be my nature, which is to “protect & serve”. 

Whatever it is, I seem to be able to create relief for people easily and this is something I am happy and proud to create – as I am also in relieving people’s anxiety about me as well . . .

8. Anger
I created a lot of anger in 2011. Maybe not more than other years, and even perhaps less than some, but still more than I would have liked.

Out of insensitivity or lack of thought on most occasions I frustrated people, disappointed them, let them down, and a host of other things which culminated with them feeling angry with me. I created their anger and my punishment was to receive it.

I hate people being angry with me – it terrifies me in a very primordial way – and I usually go out of my way to avoid making people angry – even when they have made me angry. I don’t like conflict and I don’t like discord – particularly with the people who are close to me.

So to all those people who I created anger for – I’m sorry. For anger doesn’t just hurt the person who it is directed at, the angry person suffers too.

It is an ugly emotion.

9. Tracks
In 2011 I created a lot of tracks. By which  I mean I left my trace on the world – with tires, jet fuel, footprints and the wake of boats.

I travelled literally and figuratively almost non-stop. My route karmic in the main, and leaving a unique trace by which I can be not only uniquely identified but also held accountable.

No-one went the way I did, at the time I did. A track or trace’s uniqueness is not only the specific contact point between them and the universe but also the specific time. Logically, no-one else could have been me, in the place I was in, at the time I was in it – thus I leave a metaphorical track behind me like a slug leaves slime. I was there and I can now never NOT be where I was at that time. It has happened. Like the letter once written then burned, it can never be unwritten.

And so I created a lot of karma in 2011 – and which doubtlessly will greatly affect and direct my future.

Even on the trips to the supermarket . . .

10. Mistakes
I created a lot of mistakes.

I fucked up. I got it wrong. My judgment was out. I sinned. I failed.

Nothing I can do about them now and regret only serves a purpose for a while before it turns into a cancer of your future and paralyses every possible choice, move or decision you might come across again.

So I created mistakes – and just like the anger and the pain I created – I’ll live with them.

11. Peace
I created peace. A little for myself – I wish a whole lot more – and I think quite a bit for other people at specific times.

After joy –which is a lovely word and an even lovelier feeling – I think peace is one of the most beautiful experiences / states we can attain. To create it for oneself is a good thing, to create it for others is a big gift.

I managed both, but not enough of either.

PS. This post is dedicated to KP - who is thinking about writing some stuff. Go for it I say!

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Αναθεώρηση Part 8: Moments . . .


There were many wonderful and poignant moments for me in 2011.

These are the 11 that I recalled most vividly and which perhaps were the most important:

1. New Year’s Day 2011
A New Year’s Day at the southern most tip of the African continent. A new group of friends, new goals for the New Year and a bright, glorious sunshine to somehow set the tone for the 365 days that lay ahead.

We had a lunch by the sea in Cape Town in the wharf. We all announced our achievements and regrets for the previous year as well as the hopes and goals for the new one. The high points and the low points.

Most of that same group were together this year and most had achieved their hopes and goals for 2011.

Most, but not all.

2. Banyan Tree Weekend
In Spring time three single friends and I decided to go away for the weekend to the very luxurious Banyan Tree Hotel resort in Ras Al Khaimah. Two guys and two girls.

The two guys went on dirt bikes and crossed the desert in a magnificently epic journey, while the girls went by car and by road.

We found the girls at the two villas we had rented and sat down to some food to fill our empty stomachs. Then we all jumped into the pool and the drinkers drank champagne as the sun went down, while we discussed life, laughed hard and let ourselves relax.

That weekend cemented a set of friendships that have been really important to each of us all year.

Although no-one has been on a jet ski since…

3. Goat in Aristi
My 40th birthday came to pass in the sanctuary of the Aristi Resort Hotel which is written about and referenced elsewhere in this blog.

For the celebrations I had requested a goat from the village be slaughtered and roasted on the spit in the traditional fashion. This was duly done and the goat roasted gently under the watchful eye of one of the black clad widows from the village. When brought to the table with salads, wine and bread, I believe everyone – even the vegetarian in our group – salivated visibly.

Before long we were each grasping freshly cut chunks of roasted goat, supping strong red wine and laughing and conversing in time honored fashion. I was honoured by my friends toasting my birthday and was touched in particular by the kind words offered to me by my guests and companions.

It reminded me that there is nothing as unifying and edifying as sharing a meal and conversation with good friends.

The goat may have had a slightly different opinion – especially as I was offered his «αμελέτητα» (you can guess what this means) as the treat of the day…

4. Beach on the Northern Coast of Egypt
In early summer I travelled to the north coast of Egypt – down the road aways from Alexandria – for the wedding celebrations of a colleague and good friend.

The celebrations were an informal affair at her beach house and a wonderfully diverse and interesting group of people gathered – from documentary film makers to musicians, politicians to businessmen. The mood was La Dolce Vita meets Arab Spring.

Discussions of Egypt’s political future were punctuated by dialogues on the blues, the sexual exploits of Omar Sharif and why the residents of the front row of beach houses wouldn’t be coming this summer. (They were all in jail awaiting trial!)

We headed to the beach in the afternoon and sat on lovely white sand by the Mediterranean, drinking ice cold beers and eating fresh clams out of aluminum foil straight from the fire they had been cooked on.

A simple, delightful gathering of interesting people at play. The afternoon turned to evening, coffees and sun downers were drunk before everyone departed for an hour or two only to return for the party which went on beyond dawn – including a virtuoso live performance by Egypt’s leading female Darbouka player. A magic weekend of little sleep and much stimulation.

5. Greek mountain weekend #2
Not content with one weekend in the mountains at Aristi, I spend another weekend in Elati near Trikala with a good friend who invited me to Greece for the weekend which I accepted on a whim.

We rented a car in Athens and drove up to the mountains to a lovely “Ξενωνα” or guest house in the village. Conversation was plentiful and sparse in equal measure, with both of us knowing each other well enough to have no issue with either.

A taverna dinner of freshly grilled meat and rough local wine lead to deep discussions of the soul - its sicknesses and its salvation. A last stop in a tiny little bar near the guest house saw spirits mixed with rock n roll. Lots of memories of times gone by for my friend and conversations with the bar owner about 70’s rock bands and the influence of the blues on Led Zeppelin for me. A late finish followed by sleep concluded a great Greek day.

The next was slower due to the inevitable hangover, but included a magnificent lunch in the mountains in an old taverna sat by a log fire outside on the veranda as it rained and hailed so hard there were dents in the roof of the car. There was nothing for it than to eat goat soup, mountain greens and rough local red from the barrel.

The trip back to Athens the next day was slow and dull, but as I drove I got news on my phone that a couple that I had introduced to each other and whose wedding I had attended a few years earlier, had had their first child. A baby girl. Within an hour I was at the maternity hospital with a overjoyed new dad, a tired grandmother and an exhausted but thrilled mother – and their new joy, the baby.

An hour later I was at the airport and heading back to the land of the sand…

6. Dinner by a little harbour. .
The anticipation that had built to the point of total distraction was suddenly and painlessly released by her arrival – a moment that came to pass as easily and naturally as a page turning in a book.

A warm greeting, pregnant with curiosity, was followed by nervous discussion and then deep dialogue.

Interrogation, hesitation, investigation, consideration, interruption, hesitation, interaction, continuation…

Imbibe, listen, nibble, speak.

Waves beat gently against the harbor wall, an old woman watched from afar…with benevolence and warmth

I was there, present. It was “now” then.

Her hair had curls and her eyes smiled.

She breathed gently and easily as she slept.

I found my peace.

7. A hotel in Nisantasi. .
A door opens into a room.

A split second of extreme excitement immediately translated into a vigorous embrace  . . . and relief.

A moment of silence.

Eyes scanning furiously to verify the vision is real and no longer just dreamt.

Conversation. Electricity. Vitality.

Peace. Home. At last.

8. A café in Kurucesme. .
One morning, in the late Summer or early Autumn, I sat by the Bosphorus and ate eggs and sesame seed coated Turkish bagels, drank fresh orange juice and strong coffee and gazed across the table at the woman who sat there with me.

Her hair was blowing gently in the breeze, her smile warming me even more than the sunshine. We talked about this and that, we held each other’s hand, we laughed and played.

Sometimes one is suddenly acutely aware of the wonder of a moment, as well as its ephemeral quality.

Such was this moment and many others that followed it, destined to become memories at best.

The name of the café was “Aşk” – it means “passion” in Turkish.

9. Desert Ride
There is nothing more uniquely solitary and free than riding a motorcycle through the desert. Inherent danger and risk mixed with total liberation from the constraints of the built up world.

Deserts have a curious nature and peace – an alternative ecosystem unrecognizable and intimidating to the city dweller used to being crushed by the structures of the urban jungle.

Intense heat, tough terrain, a small satellite device the only thing ensuring direction and destination. The physical challenge of negotiating a large pile of metal and plastic with wheels up sand dunes - at times the size of houses and office buildings.

In the summer we would leave home at 4.30 am when it was still dark and be in the desert ready to ride by sun-up. A group of up to 50 bikes and riders would congregate most weekends and within just a few seconds of departing our starting point all would be spread out and invisible to each other for the next 2-3 hours. Even riding in my small group of 2-3 friends we would only see each other sporadically as we crossed the never ending sand.

My moments in the desert on top of my bike have been incredible intense, clearing everything from my tired head and filling me with an incredible sense of vitality and life.

And I don’t crash every time either…

10. Insomniac moments
At first it drove me crazy. My sleep had been cruelly stolen and my body was left restless and awake without the benefit of enough rest. My mind raced and in its frustration created anxiety and stress. A slow developing living hell in the darkness of night. The final "coup de grace" as the attempt to sleep is suddenly abandoned on an instant and one starts what will be a much longer day than hoped or planned.

But after a week or two of sleeplessness, I began to discover my night self. Thoughts and thinking that would be impossible in the light of day. Conversations and connections with other insomniacs that radiated clarity like a 100 watt bulb and created intensity in my mind and a strange hunger for illumination.

My insomniac period inspired writing, music composition, philosophizing and a proximity to self which is hard to find in daylight hours.

I prefer sleeping as a rule, but now insomnia is not the enemy I once thought it was. 

Indeed, I have some things to thank it for.

11. Istanbul flights
I made several flights to and from Istanbul this year at different periods and stages. Some were filled with excited exhaustion as I tacked on a flight to Istanbul directly after flying from Australia while others were melancholic and forlorn. Others still were warm and nourishing while the last flights were alternately anxious and sad.

The only thing in common with these flights was the fact that I cannot remember time passing on any of them. Time stopped still on each and yet simultaneously fleeted away faster than travelling light. As such these flights were timeless.

I discovered something very exciting thing on these flights while I was lost deep in thought and reflection.

I learned that when we remove time from our thinking, its shadow is lifted. Life, and the things that matter, attain a different clarity and light without time to confuse us about them.

Sadly, flights end (or planes crash) – and with every landing, time came rushing back to me with its darkness and shadow. . .

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