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So you just heel puppy heel.Multicultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392876268900085800.post-30893614416167963212015-07-22T18:25:00.000+02:002015-07-22T18:25:47.519+02:00A bit smaller, a bit creepy crawlier<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="hps"><strong>It has been all too long since I wrote in this blog. I will now try to better myself. So what have I been doing? I have been occupied with photo, trying to learn. My family got a new camera for me and I can now take much better pictures. A cyber friend told me a long time ago that she liked pictures of insects so I figured i will start with the little crawling friends. I can tell you it is not easy to take good pictures of these small creatures </strong></span><br />
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<span class="hps">My absolute favorite is</span> <span class="hps">this</span> Picture <span class="hps">I took with</span> a simple<span class="hps"> mobile camera</span> <span class="hps">for some</span> <span class="hps">years ago.</span> <span class="hps">I didn't discovered </span><span class="hps">the Picture </span><span class="hps">until I</span> <span class="hps">enlarged it</span> <span class="hps">and found</span> <span class="hps">this little fellow</span> <span class="hps">inside a</span> <span class="hps">crocus</span><br />
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<span class="hps"><span class="hps">My absolute favorite is</span> <span class="hps">this</span> Picture <span class="hps">I took with</span> a simple<span class="hps"> mobile camera</span> <span class="hps">for some</span> <span class="hps">years ago.</span> <span class="hps">I didn't discovered </span><span class="hps">the bee </span><span class="hps">until I</span> <span class="hps">enlarged it</span> <span class="hps">and found</span> <span class="hps">this little fellow</span> <span class="hps">inside a</span> <span class="hps">crocus He is so <span class="hps">detailed.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="hps"><span class="hps">This summer I have practiced a little more taking pictures with my SLR. My husband and I drove out to the coast outside Malmö where the butterflies dancing in the sunlight caught my attention</span><br />
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<span class="hps"><span class="hps"><span class="hps">Down by a</span> <span class="hps">lake</span><span>, I saw</span> <span class="hps">these wonderful</span><span class="hps"> blue</span> <span class="hps">dragonflies</span><span>.</span> <span class="hps">I do not know</span> <span class="hps">if it</span> <span class="hps">is a myth</span> <span class="hps">or truth</span> <span class="hps">that they only</span> <span class="hps">live</span> <span class="hps">one day</span> <span class="hps">fully developed, but</span> if <span class="hps">it is true</span><span>, perhaps we</span> <span class="hps">should</span> <span class="hps">reassess</span> <span class="hps">our own</span> <span class="hps">aging</span></span></span></div>
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Last but not least of all I wish you all lots of Love his summer<br />
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Multicultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392876268900085800.post-11747791676400357832014-01-02T06:02:00.000+01:002014-01-02T06:40:00.818+01:00The Stork is back in Sweden's southernmost province Skåne. <br />
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common bird in Skåne, but with modern effective agriculture draining the
wetlands making place for more farmland, the stork could no longer feed its
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gone from Sweden, but on Swedish chocolate there was a picture of a Marabou Stork. I asked
my father about the bird and he told me about the white stork that once was common in
Skåne. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">My father</span> told me that the last </span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">breeding pair was seen sometime in early 1950s and had since then disappeared from Sweden</span></div>
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<span class="hps">If you look at</span> <span class="hps">his</span> <span class="hps">legs</span> <span class="hps">so</span> <span class="hps">you can see</span> <span class="hps">clearly that</span> <span class="hps">he</span> <span class="hps">is</span> <span class="hps">ringed</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">In 1989 a breeding program with </span><span lang="EN" style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;">imported stork started, called “The Stork project” The </span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br />
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<span class="hps">I can</span> <span class="hps">not</span> <span class="hps">help but</span> <span class="hps">think</span> <span class="hps">of the</span> <span class="hps">stork</span> <span class="hps">That</span> <span class="hps">flew</span> <span class="hps">with</span> <span class="hps">his</span> <span class="hps">spear</span> <span class="hps">from Africa</span> <span class="hps">to</span> <span class="hps">Germany</span>. <span class="hps">Birds</span> <span class="hps">are amazing</span> <span class="hps">creatures.</span> <span class="hps">I just</span> <span class="hps">hope</span> <span class="hps">That</span> <span class="hps">non</span> <span class="hps">of</span> <span class="hps">"my</span>" <span class="hps">storks</span> <span class="hps">will</span> <span class="hps">be</span> <span class="hps">pierced</span> <span class="hps">by a</span> <span class="hps">spear</span> <span class="hps">when flying</span> <span class="hps">to</span> <span class="hps">their</span> <span class="hps">winter destination</span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />Multicultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392876268900085800.post-48561356968306694612013-12-31T23:58:00.002+01:002014-01-01T04:45:06.791+01:00The last day of 2013<span class="hps">I just want to say Happy New Year to everyone and take the opportunity to tell you about my dog Taffy who turns 10 years this last day of the year in 2013. He had salmon and meatballs at the table with us. </span><br />
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<span class="hps"></span><br />Multicultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392876268900085800.post-28829340532964941772013-06-20T04:26:00.004+02:002013-06-24T09:27:58.885+02:00My winter bird garden <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong><em>All photos are taken by me with my Cannon IXUS. You are welcome to use my pictures but please, when and if you do, do not pass them on as your own. Put my name <span style="color: #336699;">Multicultural Gittie </span> on them with a reference to my blog. Thank you!</em></strong><br />
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I started to feed the birds one winter because I felt sorry for my self. When I looked out I saw some poor hungry birds in the snow and I started to feel sorrier for them than for myself. Once I had gone down that road I was hocked. I do admit that I tend to spoil “my” birds so much that I think I'm now mentioned in Le guide rouge de Michelin for birds. Well, the award they give me makes me feel that way. I went from feeling sorry for the birds to feeding the birds to taking photos of birds. The more I learn about birds the more interested I get. <br />
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High above my garden a red kite hovers. She makes me happy every time I catch sight of her. Don't ask me why, I just feel happy and <span class="hps">I</span> <span class="hps">just</span> <span class="hps">want</span> <span class="hps">to be up there</span> <span class="hps">with her. </span>The older kites sometimes stay during winter but the younger ones migrat to the south of France. Wise decision in my opinion. You can go down to Falsterbo in the south of Sweden late in autumn and if you are lucky you will see the large raptor migrations. A magnificent sight. Unfortunately they don't have a reliable time table you will need luck. <br />
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When the snow lies deep, it happens that a overwintering raptor attempts a loop around my elderberry tree, where I feed the small birds, in hope of catching a sparrow or two. Once one of my woodpeckers came close to being eaten . <br />
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number of woodpeckers that come to my elderberry tree. If the food is low they
come knocking on my window. Their favourite is also the butter balls. Something
they don't love is each other. If they meet in or around the tree, they start
fighting. It was in such a moment that it nearly went really bad. A sparrow
hawk became aware of their fight and tried to take advantage of the situation.
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People often get mixed up when it comes to sparrows. Common sparrows in Sweden are the House Sparrow and the Tree Sparrow. The House Sparrow has a grey head and no cheek marks and this is why we call it a grey sparrow in Sweden. The Tree Sparrow has a brown head and a dark spot on its cheek. It's called the Willow Finch in Sweden. The House Sparrow was the most common bird but it is decreasing rapidly. Here a Tree Sparrow and a House Sparrow in the same picture.<br />
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One day I spotted a Long-Tailed Tit in my elderberry tree. I felt so happy and I ran in to get my camera, but when I came out it was nowhere to be seen. Standing there with my camera in my hand I spotted an odd bird in the tree. It looked a bit pale and well, a bit snotty nosed. I couldn’t quite fathom out what it was. The bird was shy and hid behind the branches but I managed to take some pictures of it and it turned out to be a female crossbill<br />
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the small birds. After feeding them during the winter, they become almost tame.
They fly in around my head and nags at me to hurry up. You can almost here them
say: Hurry up we're so hungry. Favourite foods among Blue Tits are my home made
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around and do tricks and they really seems to have fun. The Great Tits song has
changed, probably to drown out the traffic noise. Great Tits seem to reduce in
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brave bird whom I love is the Nuthatch, he easily stays in the tree when I come
and fill up their food supplies. When he has stuffed himself and filled his
beak with seeds then he flies, almost always in the same direction, every time. Once when I stood
and watched him he almost hit me when he flew off. I think he lives in the neighbour’s
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scattered. They are a bit larger than the Tree Sparrow. During winter the male
and the female are similar in colours, but sometimes you can see a very yellow
bird that almost looks like a parakeet in the flock. One would think that it
could be a European Serin but it’s as large as the others so I think it's just
variations within the flock. Not a very good picture but they are hard to <span class="hps">photograph because</span> <span class="hps">the whole flock</span> will <span class="hps">fly away</span> <span class="hps">at the slightest movement</span>.</span></div>
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Morning has broken, like the first morning. Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird / Lyrics by Eleanor Farjeon. The blackbird is a special bird. He looks so stunning with his black feathers and yellow beak. And he has a beautiful voice. The Blackbird is a nice guest at the bird table. A little apple or maybe some grapes and he will be grateful. The worst thing is that he likes to eat my grapes in the summer as well, but how can I get angry with him for that?<br />
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see how the poor Magpie constantly feels compelled to steal. He probably
often gets shooed away from bird tables and I think that's a shame. Magpies are
friendly funny animals to deal with. So far, he is terrified every time he sees
me. But he can not help but to have a look from behind the fence and see if I
possibly forgot some food there. I don't think he really understands that the
food I put out is for him. In the picture he has just been stuffing his beak
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loosing its grip. I can actually get really happy. It means that spring is
coming. Some male Chaffinch do stay during winter but I never see them until
very early spring. They usually find the dining table, but they always start
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starlings can also get the stupid idea to stay during winter, but when a flock
of 15 Starlings turn up at the same time you know they have just flown in from
some place warmer. Two such flocks came to me early in the spring and it was
two very hungry birds. Problem was that the shops started to run out of bird
seeds so I had to cook for them. Butter balls and spaghetti went like butter in
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came a spring even after this dreadful winter. And now its summer and a
wonderful summer it is. I'm starting to take pictures of all the summer gusting
birds that make that amazing journey to the Nordic countries where the sun
hardly sets and the food is great. I just stand here and say welcome to these
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Multicultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392876268900085800.post-60250915655124780622013-05-17T03:36:00.000+02:002013-05-17T03:36:03.633+02:00Spring begins when the Cranes dance<br />
<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><strong>Hornborgasjön
in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Sweden</st1:place></st1:country-region>
April 13, 2013.</strong> <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<em><strong>All photos are taken by me with my Cannon IXUS. You are welcome to use my pictures but please, when and if you do, do not pass them on as your own. Put my name <span style="color: #336699;">Multicultural Gittie </span> on them with a reference to my blog.</strong></em></div>
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from work asked me if I was interested in a visit to Hornborgasjön together
with her and her wife, who also is a colleague of mine. Hornborgasjön is a famous Swedish lake where the cranes come on a yearly basis in the early spring. They fly nonstop from <st1:country-region w:st="on">Germany</st1:country-region>
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to participate in the yearly dance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I</span>t's a four-hour drive up through Sweden from where I live. I have often wanted to go
there but never been able to do so. This would be the first time in my life
that I had the opportunity to visit this famous lake at springtime, just at the
right time, when the young cranes gather to dance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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nice drive up to this very beautiful place but where were the cranes? Of course
a lake is a big place and when we first came up we followed the signs and came
to a nature centre. This was actually a good thing there was a lot to read and
learn about the lake and a nice place to sit down and eat our delicious lunch while
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At the center they told us that there have been cranes at Hornborgasjön since time immemorial. To stand there and see these huge numbers of birds was an incredible experience. The experience struck onto strings deep inside my body. It is said that birds descended from dinosaurs, and when you stood there and watched the birds and felt them and heard the sound of them, well it felt as if you were taken beyond time and space to a time that has long since disappeared.</div>
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The cranes just continued to arrive like at a Heathrow Airport for birds though much more environmentally friendly.</div>
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And even a whooper swan gets heated up. Even though he will not take part in the dance of the cranes he feels the excitement in the air.</div>
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Most of the dance take place in the evenings. Unfortunately we could not stay as long as we wanted to because we had a long drive back home. We did manage to see a little crane dance before we had to leave </div>
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It was an absolutely wonderful day. On the way home we visited my colleague's brother and we were treated to a lovely dinner. It was really a nice day.</div>
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Multicultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392876268900085800.post-86075218115953918422013-04-26T02:31:00.000+02:002013-04-26T02:31:41.645+02:00My beautiful darlings, my red kites<br />
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I would
like to share some red kite pictures with you. You are welcome to use my
pictures but please, when you do, do not pass them on as your own. Put my name
on them with a reference to my blog.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I have
mentioned earlier that I’m passionate about birds of pray and especially the
red kite. I can just stand and look and look at them. Their flight is so
wonderfully effortless. They seem to enjoy flying and gliding on the warm up
winds. Getting good picture of a red kite is one of my aims in life.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">When I spot
a red kite I have the habit of throwing my car in anywhere so I can get out and
look at them and take picture. I’ll have to stop doing that. I’m so mad that
the idea has crossed my mind to have raw meat on the roof top of my car so that
I could attract them. I could then<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>take
some good pictures.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sadly there is
something stopping me from doing that. Hmm, I wonder what it is. </span><br />
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in search of that great wildlife picture, it’s like a drug. When you get that
great picture in your aim and something goes wrong, it bugs you for days, but
when you get that perfect picture it is better than sex. </span><br />
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for photographing started out with my first mobile phone camera. And from there
on I went to a better mobile phone camera to an even better one. After that I
wanted a camera. I didn’t want to jump on the system camera train at once. I
want to take it step by step so I started reading up on camera reviews.</span><br />
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camera with good zoom, good lens, fairly long battery time, no geotaging or
face booking. That will only takes battery. I didn’t want it all automatic but
I wanted to be able to take pictures in a sequence like 7 frames per second.
And my last wish was to be able to do some editing in the camera. I found the
Canon IXUS and I love it. I feel I’m learning more and more every day so I’ll
hang on to this for a while. You know it is not only the camera that takes good
pictures. The one behind the camera has something to do with it as well. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span>Multicultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392876268900085800.post-55216537902184807532012-11-03T12:25:00.001+01:002012-11-03T12:25:45.246+01:00My beautiful way to work.<h3>
I have about 5 Swedish miles to drive to work. That is roughly 31 English miles. </h3>
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A Lot of my colleagues think that is too far. They can’t understand that I love driving my beautiful road to and from work. Don’t get me wrong I do not like the actual driving, but I do love the rout I drive. Very often I stop at the lake and take some photos. I get to se some beautiful animals. Once I met a fox. He crossed the road and then stood at the side of the road looking at me. I had my camera ready on the dashboard I lifted the camera aimed an shot, well that’s what I thought I did, but no I pressed the button that switches off the camera. I have never forgotten him. <br />
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The tree is so beautiful and from here I can take photos of the various birds without disturbing them. I have found that taking photos is the most mindful thing I can do. I get so absorbed with taking photos that I probably could get run over by something with out noticing. I love flowers and I love the sky with clouds and beautiful scenery, but the thing I love the most is wild animals in there natural habitat. I’ve never had the urge to go to Africa, although I must admit I wouldn’t say no given the opportunity. It’s not the exotic I’m after it’s the ordinary; those animals we take for granted and hardly bother to learn about. <br />
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Take a magpie for instance, you see them everywhere and think that taking a good picture would be a piece of cake. You couldn’t be more wrong. A magpie is a very wary bird and is not afraid of a moving car. Oh, but should you stop and roll down the window or open the car door it’s gone. I have yet to take the perfect picture of a magpie and I have understood that doing that takes a lot of planning, like animal pictures often does. Once or twice you do get lucky. Like this geese chaos that was purely a mistake but turned out quite fun. I was trying to sneak up on them while they were having lunch on a meadow opposite the lake but tripped on something and made a noise and that was it. Remember, I am strictly an amateur<br />
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They are intelligent, opportunistic and ruthless scavengers that have come very
close to becoming extinct just for those reasons. The kite is also very vulnerable
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has taken the led to help them recover by feeding them in different places through
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for thousands of years. We now estimate that we have around 2000 couples. In
days gone by the kite was a migratory bird and the old people say it came with
spring to the south of Sweden around the 20<sup>th</sup> of March <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now it seems to have changed its habits and
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interesting article about the kite project in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Sweden</st1:place></st1:country-region>. It’s in Swedish but I’m
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<br />Multicultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392876268900085800.post-21748155200602751802012-03-15T02:25:00.000+01:002012-03-16T16:09:41.594+01:00Is there such a thing as Secular or atheist Muslims just like the Jews? Could Islam transcend practice and become an identity of a people, a tradition, and an experience?<blockquote>One could answer a strict no on this question.</blockquote> Yes one could argue that religion is religion and if you do not believe you are neither this nor the other, but I don’t think it is that easy to escape your ethnic and religious context even if you stop believing.
<blockquote>A person is born into the Jewish faith. </blockquote>
Judaism is inherited from the mother's side. Their belief is that God chose the Jewish people to be his people and therefore they can not escape being Jews even if some have become secularized and others have become atheists. If God exists he has treated the Jewish people very badly over the centuries and this can be the reason why some of them have lost their faith. Others have lost faith because they need evidence and as there is no evidence that will hold up scientifically they can not believe. This is the same for all religions remember religion is a belief. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Faithful Jews can not stop believing in God even if they feel badly treated because they don’t know why God does what he does. He just might be educating them or testing them in some way. God is their destiny no matter what.
<blockquote>Jesus (Isa) was also a Jew</blockquote> It was only after his death, or after he vanished if we take the Muslim point of view, that they began to organize the religion called Christianity. They had a meeting and decided that this was something new and all who wanted to join should be welcome, not only Jews. Jesus talked equally to both men and women and some researchers argue that Mary Magdalene had a prominent role as one of Jesus disciples. Unfortunately this provoked the men who over time greatly dimmed her actuell role.
<blockquote>Around 600 years later Mohammed had his first revelations</blockquote>. He reformed very much that was wrong at that time and in the society in which he lived. He tried to get people to think about the poor. He himself had experiences of being poor and of loosing his parents at an early age. He wanted to create harmony between the tribes. Harmony makes it easier to trade. He used a lot of Jewish texts and rituals to accomplish this. He wanted to raise the morale standards and unite the community in Mecca, which in addition to Judaism and Christianity also was greatly influenced by polytheism. The evil of polytheism has often been greatly exaggerated in Islam. Yes there were some promiscuity but there were also elements of asceticism and celibacy.
<blockquote>Jesus as God</blockquote>
If you believe that God came down to earth in the shape and form of Jesus and you believe the love that Jesus preached and that Jesus conquered death through the resurrection then that makes you a Christian and you can join the faith by being baptised. If you are born into the faith you are usually baptized as an infant and as a teenager you can strengthen your faith by becoming confirmed. There are many different forms of Christianity, there are Orthodox, Catholic, Protestant, Coptic and many others just like there are different forms of Islam in different parts of the world.
<blockquote>Islam </blockquote>
If you believe the love that Jesus preached and that he was a very important prophet born by the virgin Mary, and you don’t believe in the holy trinity because only God is God. And if you believe that Mohammed was Gods last prophet and that the Koran is Gods final words then you need to speak it out loud preforming a shahada and become a Muslim. If you are born into a Muslim family you learn from your family and as a teenager you can strengthen your faith by performing a shahada.
<blockquote>Sweden</blockquote>
In Sweden we have been Christian Protestants since the 16th century. The king wanted to become the head over the church so he could have access over the church wealth and use it to pay his debts. The church and the stat have been walking hand in hand until their divorce on 1st of January 2000. The church has had a strong influence on the Swedes in all aspects of life over the centuries. Reading was important for Protestantism. Their idea was that everyone should be able to read God's words and by doing so every one should be able to believe and se the logic in the Christian faith. This is why illiteracy is nearly obliterated in Sweden. The thought seems to have back fired. According to a Gallup poll from 2009, Estonia is the least religious country in the world closely followed by Sweden where there are only 17 percent who said that religion is an important part of daily life. Attributed to this, you will find churches everywhere and worship services are celebrated with only a handful of participants. Despite the failure of religious practice, people in Sweden are very conscientious and honest and they will turn to the church in times of great sorrow and major disasters. Swedes celebrate Christmas because it's a family occasion and sometimes the only opportunity to meet the family and experience childhood memories. Some atheists even confirm themselves for traditional reasons. Easter is celebrated less frequently but is still considered a major holiday which employers have to pay extra for. In Sweden you start to study religion, and this means all the five major religions Hinduism, Judaism, Buddhism, Christianity and Islam and some natural religions when you are around 10 years old and up throughout high school. This education is compulsory and you can not deselect it.
<blockquote>Religion in a context</blockquote>
The various religions have different regions where they are prevalent. The communities have ages of very old traditions. This has shaped the various societies and their laws. The divine was obvious in both the Bible and the Koran and was seen as an absolute truths which could not be contradicted. As a Muslim, your faith in God is just as important as it is in Christianity, but society is also formed around you. Spending time within a religious culture helps to keep you on track. Reading has been important in Judaism, Christianity and Islam, but if you can read one text it means that you can read other texts and with knowledge comes questions about old truths. Societies evolve and change. Being an atheist or an agnostic does not mean that you are evil or feel the need and want to live a promiscuous life. It is more about that you feel in your heart and what is the right believe for you. Sadly there are as much prejudices about atheists than there is about any other believes. People who believein in God feel that they have the right to tell you what will happen to you after you die, as if they know.
<blockquote>A belief is a belief</blockquote>
Can we be Christians or Muslims, and at the same time, secular, agnostic or even atheists? Faith-wise, we can not but on the other hand your faith is personal and something that is a matter between you and your God. Have you lost your faith well then you have. This does not mean you need to refrain from staying with your loved ones or that you may not participate in traditional ceremonies and it does not mean you should not dress in hijab if you have a cense of belonging and want to wear it. Often women want to wear the hijab just because it has become stigmatized. The interesting thing is that you often see young women in very tight clothes wearing hijab. Loose-fitting clothes have never been the topic off discussion and therefore they do not feel the need to wear them. The question is how much society around you forces you into the ranks. This is the hardest part and that is why many keep a good face, even if in their hearts they do not believe. The collective is more important than the individual in most Muslim and Christian societies. Religion is about being together and feeling a bond with family, friends and the surrounding society. Not all people are prepared to loos this and why should they. But we can not live in the past, we use medical developments that did not exist in Jesus and Muhamed time. We use technologi that did not exist in Jesus and Muhamed time. Why is it wrong to use results from gender research? There will probably come a time when Muslim and Christian society will have to face up to Muslim and Christian feminists and what they demand, because if they do not I think Islam and Christianaty will be in for a rocky future.Multicultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392876268900085800.post-7167259499005991802012-03-02T04:57:00.000+01:002012-03-02T04:57:30.764+01:00Is it ever right to kill another person?<blockquote>Can the different religions give me a valid answer on this topic?</blockquote>
The Qur’an links together murder and committing adultery with breaking the first commandment. The first commandment is the most important in all religions descending from Abraham. This is probably why I find blasphemy among the crimes that deserves death and, or eternal damnation, a very good way of obtaining blind and unquestioned obedience. All these three religions address the issue of taking someone’s life and condemn these crimes and those who commit them to the wrath and curse of God, but then they contradict themselves in some way. This leads me to believe that these different religions canon are man made and that the heavenly Qur’an is still held in heaven. Hinduism and Buddhism address the topic in a slightly different way. But still, even here it’s up for interpretations
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Note that I do not doubt that the heavenly Qur’an was revealed to the prophet Muhammad. And yes, you may accuse me of blasphemy if you feel the need, but please remember, if I am guilty it is between me and The Almighty and I alone will risk the eternal damnation.
<blockquote>we go Old Testament and Torah</blockquote>
The book of Genesis forbids murder and the reason for this is that we are created in the image of God. But all killings are not defined as murder. Murder is only defined as murder when it is premeditated and intentional. To kill a murderer is allowed: <i>"Whoever sheds man's blood, By man his blood shall be shed, For in the image of God He made man.” (Genesis 9:6)</i> , There are numerous references to a death penalty in the old testament of the Bible, which in large parts are the same as the Torah. This is oddly enough the reason why countries calling themselves Christian, like the USA, have not abolished the use of capital punishment. Jewish law interprets the same texts with a different outcome.
Death is a harsh penalty indicating the seriousness of the crime. Some Jewish philosophers stress that the point of having capital punishment is to remind the community of the severe nature of certain acts. This is why the death penalty is more of a principle than a practice in Jewish law. Killing in war is permitted. God allowed the Israelites to engage in warfare and he even gave them instructions about waging war according the <i>Deuteronomy 20:1-20</i>. If Christians want to go strictly Old testament adultery is also a crime that deserves the death penalty <i>(Leviticus 20:10, Deuteronomy 22:22-24)</i>. So if the republicans wins…well, you never know.
<blockquote>Jesus and the Qur’an</blockquote>
One would think that Christians would pay more attention to the New Testament and Christ himself. In the New Testament you can read: “Bless those who persecute you; <i>bless and do not curse... Repay no one evil for evil... do not avenge yourselves, but rather give place to wrath; for it is written, "Vengeance is Mine, I Will repay," says the Lord." (Rom. 12:14)</i> In <i>Mat 6:15 Forgiveness is essential. "But if you do not forgive men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses."</i> The most beautiful words describing why, thou shall not kill and why you should try to save lives, is found in the Qur’an. It says that <i>to kill any human being is as if that person has killed all of humankind. And in reverse, when someone saves the life of any human being, it is as if that person has saved all of humanity (5:32)
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<blockquote>Exception, exception, exception.</blockquote>
If you look at the exception found in the Qur’an they are found in the dispensation of justice as a punishment for murder or in confronting those who spread violent mischief in the land, meaning treason. In this exception you will find why the Syrian people are suffering so hard now. The rulers in a country will always lean on this exception to crush an uprising against them. They interpret the uprisings as treason and as such it is punishable by death and because of this they justify the killings of civilians. The act of Murder could according to the Qur’an be punished by death but the family of the victim can show compassion and this is considered the best choice.
<blockquote>Buddhism</blockquote>
It is not quite clear if Buddhism allow capital punishment or not. <i>Chapter 10 of the Dhammapada states that “everyone fears punishment; everyone fears death, just as you do. Therefore do not kill or cause to kill. Everyone fears punishment; everyone loves life, as you do. Therefore do not kill or cause to kill.” Chapter 26 is the final chapter of the Dhammapada and it reads: "Him I call a brahmin who has put aside weapons and renounced violence toward all creatures. He neither kills nor helps others to kill</i>. Buddhist allow lethal self-defense. This is based on the prevention of greater suffering. To prevent suffering some violence can be tolerated. One should always strive for the benefit of others according to Buddhism. It is not uncommon that Buddhist governors refuse to sign a death sentence due to his believes.
<blockquote>Hinduism</blockquote>
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To me there can not be any exceptions, you can not kill, ever, it does not lie in our hands. All exceptions to this must be man made because man has vast difficulties understanding and excepting that revenge is wrong and that it is not in mans hand to hand out the death penalty. All exceptions to this create problems. Why, because exceptions will be abused. Man is not almighty and we are known to do wrong. Mahatma Gandhi said "An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind" This is pinpoints how wrong vengeance is. Leave vengeance to a higher power it is not our job. We do not have the right to kill but we do have the right to remove a murderer from the society and hold him in solitary confinement but we can not kill. You should save lives not take lives, it is always worthwhile and remember what goes around comes around.Multicultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392876268900085800.post-61088696711531510082012-02-06T17:54:00.000+01:002012-02-06T18:07:06.795+01:00February<b>We have now advanced into the second month of the year 2012.
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I worry about what the world will come to. What will this new year bring us? Will there be more wars, uprisings, bloodshed, poverty, famine and refugees seeking help? It does not look good. The military has not left the power in Egypt and people are still dying there. The people of Tunisia are still suffering. Syria is suffering hard under the hand of their dictator and people are dying every day. African countries need help and when we sit around talking, trying to figure out the best way of helping, mothers abandon their children and leave them to die.
<b>In Europe we are forcing Greece to cut costs.</b> Everybody is saying that it is the right thing to do. But everything is relative. If you are rich and want your invested money back then that way is the best, but if you are old and sick and your pension gets cut in half what do you have to live of? If you are young and there is no future in your own country you will leave your country. A country without its youth will die. Where will this leave Greece and their investors?
<b>There is a cold spell spreading its frost through out the world now.</b> In countries like Ukraine, Poland, more than 200 homeless people have died. Is this the right path to walk? When you are out off a job you don't get any benefits and you are sent out in the cold to die and nobody cares. Our Prime Minister Fredrik Reinfeldt seems to think along these lines in his talks about the work line. I think that the cold spell is reaching peoples hearts and brains. If you ever wonder about your reason for living on this earth I can tell you. It is to help other people. We are dependent on each other and we need each other. You can not help every one but you can help someone.
<b>When you die you can not take your worldly goods with you.</b> Your kindness, good deeds, good feelings, your experience, and your knowledge are gifts that will stay with you always. These are features that you can not give away but they will multiply where ever you go. People are people where ever they are, they may think a little different than you and have other values but that comes from their experience. Deep with in we are all the same so love your neighbour and reach out a helping hand.Multicultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392876268900085800.post-65016156019734568012012-02-02T02:34:00.003+01:002012-02-02T02:41:40.269+01:00Bang! Bang! Winter came<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Hbr-f8fYo8lRtPwaaxKrycCAlfKlN-9Ho_Oynf55cgsdYEMEK5M4rw2d1_1tCpPHxDkSPpX1hBvlHdL4UWhqOuJlFrDcVzh0lcGwkONKBgDkxbQsxWqQdtyaQvqiNOOP0c2ss_kFWEJp/s1600/DSC00665.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Hbr-f8fYo8lRtPwaaxKrycCAlfKlN-9Ho_Oynf55cgsdYEMEK5M4rw2d1_1tCpPHxDkSPpX1hBvlHdL4UWhqOuJlFrDcVzh0lcGwkONKBgDkxbQsxWqQdtyaQvqiNOOP0c2ss_kFWEJp/s320/DSC00665.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704347375909876290" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiho5Z464LuU5fuB1oWZRah9eTX9mvYTwOx5GuBoMMh69aqQlK77yuq5gYM6AplY3slX5ng5oMFYkjl4oAF4PCLgnYU4eVPu4tc7_i1Zj8KCFU8mO1WHs5NluU3uLFHk3M5JtBKC6ySZDi2/s1600/DSC00597.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiho5Z464LuU5fuB1oWZRah9eTX9mvYTwOx5GuBoMMh69aqQlK77yuq5gYM6AplY3slX5ng5oMFYkjl4oAF4PCLgnYU4eVPu4tc7_i1Zj8KCFU8mO1WHs5NluU3uLFHk3M5JtBKC6ySZDi2/s320/DSC00597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704347366561294850" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRL7vSkO82y2MKFLechqcMqBRgTe2XIaQZ31UkZlO71qV-OKoti8F_gW-SMVGr7sQynhC7eSmBzXZtNVWZWIJSvNB21LNHwh-l5b2mJfU4SueGp1yQmLfwUGlSuYIeqHb5Drl_WpLTyuTj/s1600/DSC00686.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRL7vSkO82y2MKFLechqcMqBRgTe2XIaQZ31UkZlO71qV-OKoti8F_gW-SMVGr7sQynhC7eSmBzXZtNVWZWIJSvNB21LNHwh-l5b2mJfU4SueGp1yQmLfwUGlSuYIeqHb5Drl_WpLTyuTj/s320/DSC00686.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704347361886025362" /></a><br />We have had an absolutely lovely autumn this year. It went on and on and on throughout the whole of December and continued to the middle of January. I was praying that we would not have a winter but who am I kidding? Winter has arrived at my doorstep. I’m only slightly upset. It’s not as bad as it was last year when I had to endure from November until April. <br /><br />In my last post I told you about my new job but I did not tell you about the beautiful roads I drive to get to work. It takes me about three quarters of an hour to drive. I drive through farm country, beautiful beech woods and a lake. I see a lot of animals on my way, mostly farm animals but I see a lot of wildlife also. I have seen foxes, different kind of dear, squirrels, badgers and a lot of different kind of birds. My favourite bird is the kite. Its flight is so wonderful and effortless. <br /><br />I have a couple of days off now and I am braising myself before the bitter cold and the snow storm that they say is heading our way. The temperature is creeping down and it’s now -10°C. <br />Hopefully it’s better when I go back to work again. My darling little dog doesn’t get a lot of exercise now because I do not like to go outside. He has to make do with a little run in the field outside our house. And oh, I just remembered I must not forget to feed the birds.Multicultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392876268900085800.post-81203645618380558582011-10-10T14:25:00.001+02:002011-10-10T14:28:43.955+02:00It has been a vey long time since I wrote something in my blog. I have been far to stressed out to be able to do anything I enjoy. It has been a period of all work and no play. <br /><br />Finally I came to my senses and quit my underpaid teacher’s job. I applied for another job and I actually got it. I felt very pleased with my self. Now I have a much higher salary and more free time and I am doing what I rely love doing. I coaching and teaching young adults with psychiatric handicap how to cop, using the Dialectical behavior therapythe developed by Marsha M. Linehan. I think it’s a very rewarding job and I love every minute of it. <br /><br />We are now deep in to autumn and winter is knocking on the door. Winter is my number one hate object. This summer has been ghastly so I told my husband that if I couldn’t get away and have some sun I would completely go of my rockers. <br /><br />At the end of August we went to Malta and loved every minute of it. Why Malta? It’s where I will retire. So now I’m studying Maltese. Why, because I’m nosy and must understand everything. What has Malta got that Sweden hasn’t? Well, warm whether for starters. It’s a warm miniature sort of an England but with much more character and wonderful people and it’s surrounded by wonderful waters to swim in. It is the land that I feel I could die in when time comes. We visited both Gozo and Comino as well. I could easily see me retiring in Gozo. I loved the city Victoria and the little fishing village Xlendi. This trip will really help me through winter. <br /><br />All for now. Love GittieMulticultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392876268900085800.post-36545693143473807372010-04-10T23:10:00.002+02:002010-04-11T03:37:40.020+02:00Busy bi<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigSZ4vmsZ6rN_nhbvFtxrF_gpNwSPQg0jk9clbvom1d8Lue_ZgbUfpZJJr3L_9MvzYm-jNyhtau-4zg9Dg5UigYWpLckrVMcdHFlxswpRKtHlkbnnQVWv90oRc0AUANhSL2gujgyoJOrDh/s1600/bi.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458686967173035186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigSZ4vmsZ6rN_nhbvFtxrF_gpNwSPQg0jk9clbvom1d8Lue_ZgbUfpZJJr3L_9MvzYm-jNyhtau-4zg9Dg5UigYWpLckrVMcdHFlxswpRKtHlkbnnQVWv90oRc0AUANhSL2gujgyoJOrDh/s400/bi.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I am very tired after this long cold winter. Spring is definitely here. I am still cold though and my joints sometimes ache so much that I just have to cry for a while. I find that crying does help. I’m not the kind who will suffer in silence. When I’m done crying I look at the bright side of my life.<br /><br />I have a husband whom I’m still madly in love with after 25 years and I know that the feeling is mutual. We have three boys who are just starting out their journey as young adults, well the youngest is only 15 but the other two are 18 and 21. In Sweden you come of age when you are 18. These young adults are eager to flap their wings. They fly of but they always return to the nest because they still need their parents. It isn’t easy for young people to find work these days.<br /><br />I’m lucky, and my husband is lucky. We have jobs. My little 18 year old son has a part time job that he has got all by him self in a large technology department store. He does not want to go to university after college, not yet anyway. We’ll see. When you are 18 you want to fly of, out in the world, especially when you have broken up with your girlfriend and have been down for a while.<br /><br />My 21 year old son has been to university. He is now an IT- network technician and he has just got a job in the production line at Campbell’s in Kristianstad in Sweden. Not the kind of work he has been training for but it is better than no job at all. It bugs me that one of the manager's sons who lack education altogether has received the job my son has education to do. I know that the production guys think it stinks.<br /><br />They like my son because he isn’t a snob and apparently this can not be said about the other guy. May be things that goes around will come around. I do believe in that. Anyway, my son has also got a new flat which he will share together with his girlfriend. His girlfriend is an assistant nurse and she has got a job during the summer. Hopefully this can led to getting a more permanent job.<br /><br />Life goes up and life goes down. We fall in and out of love. There are hardships and there is pleasure and I still have plans. I am still in full search of my life </div>Multicultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392876268900085800.post-4260609394835569892010-03-05T00:57:00.003+01:002010-03-05T02:50:05.378+01:00A young deer dies<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZpQ_umRAWIlRR5gSuP5ZlSl76y5DJoBA2iNsRMNUAgndv2jQpMiEx6iiOg7RpSLxnyKj48ujoDg-MSEA7iws6MmAm4-XU6dXxpWJlT2e2TAk4o3OdLDfJwIdsb5m6lHGIFdUqQo5bFc-/s1600-h/DSC00261.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444961053017246546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZpQ_umRAWIlRR5gSuP5ZlSl76y5DJoBA2iNsRMNUAgndv2jQpMiEx6iiOg7RpSLxnyKj48ujoDg-MSEA7iws6MmAm4-XU6dXxpWJlT2e2TAk4o3OdLDfJwIdsb5m6lHGIFdUqQo5bFc-/s400/DSC00261.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh47fGUGrYGHE8O6qoBi1eBfMP1tvmx9FZqpLYBJs9-Z_M9tXhGhGnM0kFUap1niNkMHxo_T8Za67xLuOaHxo8R3Wjwz8eNuoaKpcnhWK0ZhYpVqvzymcyqMEeJUZi8QLPee5tLzcCas3Nc/s1600-h/P%C3%A5+v%C3%A4g+mot+gamla+byn.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div>Today on my husbands birthday everything went wrong that could go wrong. I had to work overtime due to a young person’s bad choice. I wonder are we moving in to a dark era. A time when mothers don’t love their children and fathers just can’t be bothered? A time where nobody cares? I listen to far too many stories that all tell the same tale young people without support, without dreams and without hope. Some of them you want to take home some you want to cuddle and some you just want to shake hard and it just never ends. At last my work is done. Now finally I’m on my way home<br /><br />My husband wants to go out and eat because it is his birthday so of we go. We have a nice time and food together with our children who are now more and more getting to be young adults. .<br /><br />Then on the way home it happens.<br />A young deer came racing out from nowhere and he hits the car with a loud bang. My husband who was driving thinks he hit a dog. I sense panic in the car so I take command. I order them to stop and stay with the deer while I get help. The deer is not dead. I think he has broken his back and or has severe head injury. He is moving his legs and banging his head against the ground and bleeding through his nose.<br /><br /><br />I run for help knowing that he has to be put down. The lady in the house phones a hunter but the deer dies before the hunter arrives. Due to the severe cold weather the meat is wasted. The deer’s inside organs have to be removed and then the deer must be hung in a warm place for a couple of days. A warm place can not be found. The body will be cut up and thrown into the woods to the foxes<br />I hope that something good will come out of this tragic accident. Nature is sometimes cruel and it is hard on the animals. I hope that there are some animals that will gain from </div></div>Multicultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392876268900085800.post-18933683105629212642010-02-23T01:31:00.004+01:002010-02-23T01:35:07.368+01:00Starving birds<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPeQy7SJsPSL2xFJ0U2eTGWoU5fdrsVlhN3CG-aPK5X-3CjNnPFjZRNDoUA-KTJT7vz5sABbPBYiYvYs3bGQKtH-kfo0Cjt271B0ikVJCw4f7gK_Fw1qQU76RPR-_O1cKGNQllTt_lyEXK/s1600-h/F%C3%A5glarna7.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441230826821004130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPeQy7SJsPSL2xFJ0U2eTGWoU5fdrsVlhN3CG-aPK5X-3CjNnPFjZRNDoUA-KTJT7vz5sABbPBYiYvYs3bGQKtH-kfo0Cjt271B0ikVJCw4f7gK_Fw1qQU76RPR-_O1cKGNQllTt_lyEXK/s200/F%C3%A5glarna7.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441230374593306738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNJBQI8uyrKRt-bqOAmchSLTxqq_ltfvfHaU9-fu9lUS0GrZm8nT762eHD7yQPCp7ZF39K9tPak54uyY1vmvEndGY6WePhcwC5KSDOt0hmD-nQL1zS2EwHqRHZDUa2OZ5dsmwYljpI6mqC/s400/F%C3%A5glarna9.JPG" border="0" />On my way home today I turned of the big road and took the small country road that I like so much. It’s nice leaving the stress behind. When I drove through the small forest I met a deer who had become tired of walking in the deep snow. They like to come out and rest on the ploughed roads for a while. When he saw my car he hopped into the woods and ran away as fast as he could. It was difficult for him in the deep snow. I feel so sorry for the wild life this winter. When I came home I prepared food for different kind of birds. They got seeds, nuts bread, oatmeal, fat and fruit. I was a bit worried that there wouldn’t be any birds left but they came after about an hour. There were different kinds of tits and after a while two magpies arrived. A lot of people shoe them away but I saw that the little birds weren’t so shy and the poor magpies were just hungry. I made them a special place to eat and gave them special food. They were more frightened than the small birds so I didn’t get any pictures of them. The small birds were so hungry that they let me come close so that I could take some photos. I must now continue to feed them up until spring finally arrives. </div>Multicultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392876268900085800.post-51771784849739148832010-02-22T01:27:00.005+01:002010-02-22T02:01:01.247+01:00Axel<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwC3Ljd5x9r7c-WPUyQIY9i01Bnw0bv75JYVseTbr2z5rkbV7w3UI-ncknExAw9QMC8QEGlD5XlkuYK8P4stp2vBlbeJa-zs-3BeamXNa-n5iJ_Vx0sBag2_ODRiMmcoz30PU8Pth0Tbr/s1600-h/isf%C3%A4ngelse+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440865179070876690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwC3Ljd5x9r7c-WPUyQIY9i01Bnw0bv75JYVseTbr2z5rkbV7w3UI-ncknExAw9QMC8QEGlD5XlkuYK8P4stp2vBlbeJa-zs-3BeamXNa-n5iJ_Vx0sBag2_ODRiMmcoz30PU8Pth0Tbr/s320/isf%C3%A4ngelse+2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEispwulxVLInnuA8pa2tAdi_vA2TIOagfy8fzKq5JJGtZQa2W9wCwGjB1ZodpAsJopohS1vULM3UjmFdCtJ_ZSniNx-aKw4I4DC0WfWKvawsTyDjyPZkt_SxDXc_FJCi3HyH82Z-Ii4TFtC/s1600-h/Foto+Lite+h%C3%A4r+o+d%C3%A4r+139.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440865181551753410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEispwulxVLInnuA8pa2tAdi_vA2TIOagfy8fzKq5JJGtZQa2W9wCwGjB1ZodpAsJopohS1vULM3UjmFdCtJ_ZSniNx-aKw4I4DC0WfWKvawsTyDjyPZkt_SxDXc_FJCi3HyH82Z-Ii4TFtC/s320/Foto+Lite+h%C3%A4r+o+d%C3%A4r+139.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoZ_VPOvRnqL1MMaj6w4vWejIbgxrafPBTinM0qtY_7DxuYC3RcMZhmvN7M91oD_CxhIl6SKvpl-8D2pdcoIV3d-2ffNXe9u-kDPXWEyMwVfTXzMEoI40RdFG5kiG6uYbuHPzLiy74PFSb/s1600-h/Brrr.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440865169646436866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 463px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoZ_VPOvRnqL1MMaj6w4vWejIbgxrafPBTinM0qtY_7DxuYC3RcMZhmvN7M91oD_CxhIl6SKvpl-8D2pdcoIV3d-2ffNXe9u-kDPXWEyMwVfTXzMEoI40RdFG5kiG6uYbuHPzLiy74PFSb/s320/Brrr.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div>I was so glad I thought that the backbone of winter finally had been broken. I was feeling happy for the first time this year. I had hope. To day I was brutally thrown back into my depression with -10°C. It isn’t fair to first be given hope and then have the rug pulled away from under your feet. I have been to sunlight therapy today but it didn’t really help. Or maybe it did. Maybe it is good for me to sit down and cry my heart out. It feels so hopeless. Maybe I have come to realize that everything is suffering just as Buddha says. I am so glad that I have a loving husband and understanding children whom I love dearly. Not to forget my loving animals. You can read about my old dog Dutch and little Taffy in earlier pages. Someone who really helps me to get through my depression and the pain I have in my wrists is my old cat Axel. Axel sleeps in my bed. He is a very large male (castrated) black cat about 14 years old. He takes my wrists with both of his paws and pulls it towards his tummy and snuggles up with my wrist in a firm grip. The warmth from him takes away my pain. He is more effective than any pharmaceutical painkillers I could by. Not all cats are snugglers like he is. It is now way past my bed time and I and going to try to dream about spring and flowers and cosy little house with a cosy little garden in a country far away. I read about it in a blog called Steps to the sky which I follow. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Multicultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392876268900085800.post-55179794376668396132010-02-20T00:30:00.004+01:002010-02-20T01:05:39.451+01:00I have hope<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBf-1Wsa43HPrYe_B5tVQCeN2XJ3qRC4KFcUi7C36W9BuUM31dfExF69iyojWRAkUQHZyh2pZ-cAEoSAIGrbTFAPgNjqih7lE4WESmQUtJpKq5R06BXptWpBAIPzq_syzly74LSG0nWuU6/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440108812763495666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBf-1Wsa43HPrYe_B5tVQCeN2XJ3qRC4KFcUi7C36W9BuUM31dfExF69iyojWRAkUQHZyh2pZ-cAEoSAIGrbTFAPgNjqih7lE4WESmQUtJpKq5R06BXptWpBAIPzq_syzly74LSG0nWuU6/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I am beginning to hope! Hope that I am seeing the end of this winter. I feel different. It is no longer hopeless even if I live in an ice prison. The temperature has risen, its now + 0, 4°C outside and the snow is melting. May be the fact that I have a week off also should be taken in to account. The snow is melting and so is my heart. To have a winter depression is like going to hell and not knowing if you will come back. Something broke today, I pray it was the backbone of winter. I sat in my house and heard a rumble. It was an avalanche that came from the roof. Down came a lot of snow and ice with a bang. It felt so good. Now I have to be careful because it can be dangerous when the ice and the snow slide of the roofs like this. I do hope that this is the voice of spring. </div>Multicultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392876268900085800.post-74265294492503259222010-02-13T01:09:00.005+01:002010-02-13T01:31:32.206+01:00Just a brief meeting with someone<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYOeRFo23qwLOt9GzRDEp7qoYtID9DRfmGQFA1d9aSGJmd41d0nUCtSpMlHVuzoMf0SN59pVX0Xdlcu-2-rQtuLfwu2z94oDCHZKEwleUiCUdKZBcRa08KU1KIdl00ZZbTBAYeNS2uYKAf/s1600-h/Fuck+th+winter.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437518859684060274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYOeRFo23qwLOt9GzRDEp7qoYtID9DRfmGQFA1d9aSGJmd41d0nUCtSpMlHVuzoMf0SN59pVX0Xdlcu-2-rQtuLfwu2z94oDCHZKEwleUiCUdKZBcRa08KU1KIdl00ZZbTBAYeNS2uYKAf/s320/Fuck+th+winter.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKPA6Nj1csbVS3qy53Xslq1MSCSe7eszHXRMtUtHsc7fGaYy79R6iY9nX6uTtg4UvR48AI4CWbaI7wIi3n6yTXK_-KKwM2QdUMka5oudk7yeqHxVJO9i9cS98GMduDcQBKjuQ0b5j6PRom/s1600-h/D%C3%B6d+vinter.JPG"></a>Just a brief meeting with someone can give you relief for a while<br /><br />My blog sometimes spills over on the dark side. This is because I am suffering from SAD (Seasonal affective disorder) (In my case it’s winter depression.) I find that blogging helps me. The other day I found a comment on my blog from Japan. It was just a glimpse of another human being, just a brief meting in cyber space. But this brief meeting meant a lot to me. I started to think about all the brief meetings we make in our lives and how they often give a golden edge to an ordinary day. The Swedish poet Hjalmar Gullberg (1898 – 1961) has caught this in one of his poems. He came from Skåne in the south of Sweden. Tragically he committed suicide by drowning himself. This is my translation of his poem.<br /><br /><br /><div><br />If in a lonely forest<br />anxiety over took you<br />Just a brief meeting with someone<br />could give you relief for a while<br /><br />Give some directions on path<br />then in peace say goodbye<br />Such were strangers meetings<br />according to ancient rules<br /><br />Changing a word or two<br />made it easy to walk<br />All peoples meetings<br />should be conducted as such </div></div></div>Multicultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392876268900085800.post-2853028543281096342010-02-01T20:59:00.003+01:002010-02-01T23:04:40.138+01:00The dream<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHSX2_Somr6kQy0tqgQCfBoJBJx4XxEW9mnudyvCyEeSR5HYLMArfcEhDJolmfGAvZRQOdP2K_1HRXTakdydCPObyTH0l1QBqoAkOt7HfUfdpdBvki7MIghee0JCeCAe5J_EWkiev1a34I/s1600-h/DSC00789.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433398921673831074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHSX2_Somr6kQy0tqgQCfBoJBJx4XxEW9mnudyvCyEeSR5HYLMArfcEhDJolmfGAvZRQOdP2K_1HRXTakdydCPObyTH0l1QBqoAkOt7HfUfdpdBvki7MIghee0JCeCAe5J_EWkiev1a34I/s200/DSC00789.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This terrible winter is eating me alive? My soul is now deep frozen. I dread it is dying and will not live to see spring. My heart is growing cold, so cold that it is getting harder and harder for me to feel love and sympathy. In this icy bitter cold world I am slowly dying barely surviving, clinging on to something I remember as life by using a dream; the dream of a new spring coming with new life, a dream of another life, a dream that includes the islands of Malta.<br /><br />But I need more than dreams if I’m going to survive two or three months of this frozen Hell. I don't believe in a warm Hell. If hell means that I will be shovelling coal I will gladly be going there.<br /><br />I have how ever been given a glimpse of hope from a little darling bumblebee. She has reminded me that just 7 miles from where I live there is a brand new swimming facility which has a sun beach. Not the sort you get a tan from but the sort you get daylight from. The kind of light you need to treat your winter depression. I am now trying to defrost my muscles and my willpower so that I can visit this beach. God knows that I need it. </div>Multicultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392876268900085800.post-53036474796300998592010-01-02T01:46:00.016+01:002010-01-02T03:33:10.764+01:00We went dutchYes we have gone Dutch!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaXdSDyxGuh0h3xdAkuoVwMiqGaVc2z68TZl_iocEty2WN30udNFYTXVLavRZfjWO0aAFgfIE8-8dLVD62Uw-WBc53cApuSghRiRzDRBQgtaTnQ7fBOtMpeOrY-2tlth1sPN5XTRUGO25K/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421948935429998434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaXdSDyxGuh0h3xdAkuoVwMiqGaVc2z68TZl_iocEty2WN30udNFYTXVLavRZfjWO0aAFgfIE8-8dLVD62Uw-WBc53cApuSghRiRzDRBQgtaTnQ7fBOtMpeOrY-2tlth1sPN5XTRUGO25K/s400/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div>Dutch came to us in April 1995, he is a Bouvier des Flandres and in the process of learning to know him I wonder: Is a dogs love less worth than a child's love? Well the convention says yes but I don't know. </div><br /><div>Yes a dog is only a dog but no human has ever given me more love than Dutch has given me. And maybe that is right. Why should humans give me so much love? </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Who am I? If you ask Dutch I'm the meaning of his life. O My good! How can I be the meaning of somebody’s life? This is a great responsibility.<br /><br />What ever you think I feel that animals has given me fare more love than any human ever has been able to. I sometimes feeler like a Good when Dutch looks at me. Not only does he look at me, he worships me. And he worships the ground I walk upon and I feel blessed. Yes, Blessed!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOVYRp1D7dyWQyEC5m1algUo7XRE1d0h9tRhsaN24VDuz1HDhwmIylInKI9e_cm71719S33mE00abvrmRYQfUII4XY_cvDm8heUJtpXHB_lsxtJ67tECaQDduQZBum_9Z4HqNFugpmIdZG/s1600-h/goaste+n%C3%A4san+i+stan.JPG"></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOVYRp1D7dyWQyEC5m1algUo7XRE1d0h9tRhsaN24VDuz1HDhwmIylInKI9e_cm71719S33mE00abvrmRYQfUII4XY_cvDm8heUJtpXHB_lsxtJ67tECaQDduQZBum_9Z4HqNFugpmIdZG/s1600-h/goaste+n%C3%A4san+i+stan.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421956094283898530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOVYRp1D7dyWQyEC5m1algUo7XRE1d0h9tRhsaN24VDuz1HDhwmIylInKI9e_cm71719S33mE00abvrmRYQfUII4XY_cvDm8heUJtpXHB_lsxtJ67tECaQDduQZBum_9Z4HqNFugpmIdZG/s400/goaste+n%C3%A4san+i+stan.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOVYRp1D7dyWQyEC5m1algUo7XRE1d0h9tRhsaN24VDuz1HDhwmIylInKI9e_cm71719S33mE00abvrmRYQfUII4XY_cvDm8heUJtpXHB_lsxtJ67tECaQDduQZBum_9Z4HqNFugpmIdZG/s1600-h/goaste+n%C3%A4san+i+stan.JPG"></a></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOVYRp1D7dyWQyEC5m1algUo7XRE1d0h9tRhsaN24VDuz1HDhwmIylInKI9e_cm71719S33mE00abvrmRYQfUII4XY_cvDm8heUJtpXHB_lsxtJ67tECaQDduQZBum_9Z4HqNFugpmIdZG/s1600-h/goaste+n%C3%A4san+i+stan.JPG"></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOVYRp1D7dyWQyEC5m1algUo7XRE1d0h9tRhsaN24VDuz1HDhwmIylInKI9e_cm71719S33mE00abvrmRYQfUII4XY_cvDm8heUJtpXHB_lsxtJ67tECaQDduQZBum_9Z4HqNFugpmIdZG/s1600-h/goaste+n%C3%A4san+i+stan.JPG"></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVa5rdjFRfSAWxsxxGCiDt2hCcxQHHhCgCkQ8-oNn8sYpymY6kivFSL4N5FQkmT69EgW940p6G9dssL601Xwhl3Ftk3Ks2viP99FYu7lRQDIPWhz1EDUDTxcB5BQHtM2hGlmHdb1GEcyK-/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421954278541785106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVa5rdjFRfSAWxsxxGCiDt2hCcxQHHhCgCkQ8-oNn8sYpymY6kivFSL4N5FQkmT69EgW940p6G9dssL601Xwhl3Ftk3Ks2viP99FYu7lRQDIPWhz1EDUDTxcB5BQHtM2hGlmHdb1GEcyK-/s400/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOVYRp1D7dyWQyEC5m1algUo7XRE1d0h9tRhsaN24VDuz1HDhwmIylInKI9e_cm71719S33mE00abvrmRYQfUII4XY_cvDm8heUJtpXHB_lsxtJ67tECaQDduQZBum_9Z4HqNFugpmIdZG/s1600-h/goaste+n%C3%A4san+i+stan.JPG"></a></div><br /><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOVYRp1D7dyWQyEC5m1algUo7XRE1d0h9tRhsaN24VDuz1HDhwmIylInKI9e_cm71719S33mE00abvrmRYQfUII4XY_cvDm8heUJtpXHB_lsxtJ67tECaQDduQZBum_9Z4HqNFugpmIdZG/s1600-h/goaste+n%C3%A4san+i+stan.JPG"></a></div><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOVYRp1D7dyWQyEC5m1algUo7XRE1d0h9tRhsaN24VDuz1HDhwmIylInKI9e_cm71719S33mE00abvrmRYQfUII4XY_cvDm8heUJtpXHB_lsxtJ67tECaQDduQZBum_9Z4HqNFugpmIdZG/s1600-h/goaste+n%C3%A4san+i+stan.JPG"></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOVYRp1D7dyWQyEC5m1algUo7XRE1d0h9tRhsaN24VDuz1HDhwmIylInKI9e_cm71719S33mE00abvrmRYQfUII4XY_cvDm8heUJtpXHB_lsxtJ67tECaQDduQZBum_9Z4HqNFugpmIdZG/s1600-h/goaste+n%C3%A4san+i+stan.JPG"></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOVYRp1D7dyWQyEC5m1algUo7XRE1d0h9tRhsaN24VDuz1HDhwmIylInKI9e_cm71719S33mE00abvrmRYQfUII4XY_cvDm8heUJtpXHB_lsxtJ67tECaQDduQZBum_9Z4HqNFugpmIdZG/s1600-h/goaste+n%C3%A4san+i+stan.JPG"></a></div></div>Multicultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392876268900085800.post-22774458646783147932009-12-29T01:18:00.032+01:002010-01-02T01:44:03.058+01:00Taffy was a Welshman,<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420520812777439378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhSwkS_KN-5c_Ta7uoyRsCJmojTf4kU9YhEkXbPpupw4hiFoPgnrw4UzQz0e9BR76vzbK77nFVpuiVLReLIxyzaI6C5pBtbxhCFdce3qdN7yb7n_hP6mkLa2NzFnIEJilCYyBGDDqw_XHv/s320/DSC00230.JPG" border="0" /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">Taffy was a Welsh man<br /></span><br /><br /><br />About Taffy in the nursery rhymes they say that he was born on a Moon Shiny Night with his head in the Pipkin and his heels up right.<br /><br /><br />My Taffy was born on a new years eve with a Caesarean section and he probably got his head stuck in the Pipkin a little bit too long. He is a darling but he is a bit dim.<br /><br />There are a lot of rhymes about Taffy the welsh man. Some are from Wales and some are from England. There are also thoughts about the origin of the rhyme and who this Taffy really was. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8FiM1g5KwFhMvtn5XFInldEWAR18FKtMMp4EUsSBa5uyStX28ftwg0XgZxXehz2yUK5ay9nL2Wk-z9-T_La4ertIZ2uaMveTnYfmP2MsLuanpIQu88ZE2B-HeXDEX3JmH5KBu-S77bdRT/s1600-h/Taffy+stj%C3%A4ler+anka.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421926079965679074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8FiM1g5KwFhMvtn5XFInldEWAR18FKtMMp4EUsSBa5uyStX28ftwg0XgZxXehz2yUK5ay9nL2Wk-z9-T_La4ertIZ2uaMveTnYfmP2MsLuanpIQu88ZE2B-HeXDEX3JmH5KBu-S77bdRT/s320/Taffy+stj%C3%A4ler+anka.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Who’s my Taffy then?<br />He is a Welsh terrier male just 7 years old and what better name fore him than Taffy? I have made a mish mash of the rhymes and written my own version. The Welshman in my rhyme is of course My Taffy.<br /><br />Taffy was a Welshman,<br />Taffy was a thief<br />Taffy came to my house,<br />And stole a piece of beef.<br /><br />I went into Taffy’s house<br />Taffy was not home,<br />I returned the favor<br />And stole a marrow bone.<br /><br />When I was in Taffy’s house, <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421891888606153426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4PveAao9Fj5Fzq1gz0dqB6XyrZ9tKJNRuvmQyxdLGfxNzQouHkY-f27QHSa6H5zokMVGNIawwSD0nR-SSokW8d3ZqEtfE2AkZay_skgeTUWGW0HL7VYxMDjQy8pK1AmE577ZrFUVYjHjp/s320/Taffy+stal+en+gyllene+pin.JPG" border="0" /><br />when Taffy was not in.<br />He had been at my house<br />and he stole a golden pin<br /><br />I went back to Taffy’s house<br />now Taffy was in bead<br />So I took up the marrow bone<br />and flung it on his head<br /><br />Taffy was a Welshman,<br />Taffy was a sham,<br />Taffy came to my house<br />and stole a leg of lamb<br /><br />So I went into Taffy’s house<br />When Taffy was away<br />I stuffed his socks with sawdust<br />and filled his shoes with clay<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBn2V_7k516jmeSiwlTSoSaqEKIfmnILIqY-QVIYTLhlJlWbZp7Evzc8Mjn4PICnpKAelTeClxOyQKUWI2SBKy7gyj2rWA_nuHlCZ8EC87woFBTAEzbFWAAt4JaXUDLcacnpBCvdhkuyjt/s1600-h/Kan+man+dricka+detta.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421890469651837410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBn2V_7k516jmeSiwlTSoSaqEKIfmnILIqY-QVIYTLhlJlWbZp7Evzc8Mjn4PICnpKAelTeClxOyQKUWI2SBKy7gyj2rWA_nuHlCZ8EC87woFBTAEzbFWAAt4JaXUDLcacnpBCvdhkuyjt/s200/Kan+man+dricka+detta.JPG" border="0" /></a>When I had been in Taffy’s house<br />The little steeling swin<br />He’d gone back to my house and<br />stole a glas of wine.<br /><br />So I ran back to Taffy’s house<br />to catch the little liar<br />I only found his clothes so<br />I flung them on the fire<br /><br />What great luck that Taffy<br />does not give a damn about his clothesbecause he likes his wines he cares more about his noseMulticultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392876268900085800.post-61864815712855556642009-12-26T01:20:00.004+01:002009-12-26T02:45:05.013+01:00I'm trying to find something<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSUeMmdE7xP368gKqR-eGRqt6e80x8O3cs7Z4rrETMdYRClNLjxNSA4SFnu9jKdB5yP59G0dQIHL76_6dZ5uWMKpQHWV77z2zyn9sHz-Obu2VZGO6rO4E1ntTXLJRFP5-nSV6OE32oeRAg/s1600-h/Vintern+2009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419354796443966402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSUeMmdE7xP368gKqR-eGRqt6e80x8O3cs7Z4rrETMdYRClNLjxNSA4SFnu9jKdB5yP59G0dQIHL76_6dZ5uWMKpQHWV77z2zyn9sHz-Obu2VZGO6rO4E1ntTXLJRFP5-nSV6OE32oeRAg/s320/Vintern+2009.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I don’t know what it is but I do know that I want it. It’s something elusive I can feel it. I’m almost close to it but it keeps slipping through my fingers. It could bee peace and tranquillity but its not. I can’t put my finger on it. I feel restless like something is urging me on. I must find it at all cost. It has to do with peace I know that but it has to do with security also. Not the kind of security that involves barbed wire. No it’s more the kind that has to do with shelter, food, warmth and love all rolled in to one. Sometimes I feel like I am running or hiding or both. I want to escape from something large and threatening but it is all around me and it’s closing up on me and I can’t get away. I can’t get other people to se the threat. I know where the threat is coming from. I’m running from a culture that excludes divides and classifies. I am escaping from culture that thinks in terms like we and them, young and old. I’m hiding from dualism. I’m trying to flee from the very culture that’s surrounding me. I feel like I’m holding on to a rope and this rope is everything that is holding me and my hands are slipping </div>Multicultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392876268900085800.post-40766158060743035592009-12-22T15:15:00.004+01:002009-12-22T18:36:32.791+01:00I have tried to put Christmas on hold but alas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYfPzTHvI7T_SvRFd5hRA2CMZsXU9AuuNADhU8bumSFl31JEVqq9NvYbHP4AaXSjqECsk4PaEMWMGjZa4QxIzGYzSmzZm_8Ta5BgYkdTiAuacSjwpkQ5n7CWr0VgbvLwvJ3DMjas3txfcf/s1600-h/Hemma.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418115751200208178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYfPzTHvI7T_SvRFd5hRA2CMZsXU9AuuNADhU8bumSFl31JEVqq9NvYbHP4AaXSjqECsk4PaEMWMGjZa4QxIzGYzSmzZm_8Ta5BgYkdTiAuacSjwpkQ5n7CWr0VgbvLwvJ3DMjas3txfcf/s320/Hemma.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNFWz3JKYNUDt5gs0i7gDtmPKLwJ3fHeTHkXDVPrJXAczllT51U2rrO2go8HJYZOyzDAgKuV5vDLQ4KuelK2IJ31J5NktlW-FRlh5KKX-T72Elh2obHvrZjH-ZvJoUK1qVGYlH3x9MUyBQ/s1600-h/P%C3%A5+v%C3%A4g+mot+gamla+byn.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2jAOzbpoZtoFnoNdIsfcAOt4KghhRLjB1PeBNL247MHfMnEYwZjX1Vzjy2tzEZ27BgMagkZ-_nviTNN6vr6x2K8W7XV-rT-hPH8rRr0jXYclUAyCs-4cZlexA0MVoSnmzlxY1SgVRt3ML/s1600-h/Hemma.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><p>I have had my first Christmas present. It was a new bathtub. It is a small and cute little tub. It has a little place where you can sit. You can take a bath or shower or just sit and wash your feet. It’s a clever little thing. It’s also perfect for your pets. However I don’t think they will appreciate it. I haven’t tested it yet because I feel a little down. It’s this weather. I can’t stop to think about the homeless. They would appreciate a warm tub. I read that over 80 people had died due to this cold weather we are having. A lot of them were poor and homeless people from Poland. And I heard that 27 had died in the Ukraine. I know that one has died in Sweden but I think there is more. They close the railway stations and other public buildings to keep out the homeless from warming themselves. Security guards throw them out and justify it with that they are merely following orders. The Milgram's experiment on obedience to authority figures still applies.<br /><br />My husband just walked into the room and told me that I am suffering from a winter depression, as if that was news for me. How can you not be depressed when it is -10 Celsius or more and you have pain everywhere and you just have gone into a survival mod? My brain needs sunlight, sunlight and sunlight. I am not built for this f-ing climate. I hate it. Ice and snow are things you use in drinks you do not live in them. Now I must breath calm and try to think of my next task, being merry for Christmas.<br /><br />I Wish You a Merry♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ Christmas♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ I Wish You a Merry ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪Christmas ♥ ♥ ♥ I Wish You A Merry ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪Christmas ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪...And A Happy New Year!♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ </p></div></div>Multicultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392876268900085800.post-80612633170604956042009-12-21T00:48:00.008+01:002009-12-22T15:04:40.268+01:00Children I love them and I hate them<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy8Yp3_2C_ulofsERGxDdbQqKoxkBUvPl3f4cgH2ZZZ8ih0oNGM5nbIhT2zJvb_Rd4DfOq0BwQROs59UbP53oEcD0m0nOGqq-eUYfW_ru8C5HBS5m86PgtHlIVnB1MM4BJm9CO8TEWaIhZ/s1600-h/DSC01280.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417820471316189106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy8Yp3_2C_ulofsERGxDdbQqKoxkBUvPl3f4cgH2ZZZ8ih0oNGM5nbIhT2zJvb_Rd4DfOq0BwQROs59UbP53oEcD0m0nOGqq-eUYfW_ru8C5HBS5m86PgtHlIVnB1MM4BJm9CO8TEWaIhZ/s320/DSC01280.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Children, we love them and we hate them!<br />People that tell you I am wrong are liars. All parents hate their children at some point. </div><div></div><div></div><div>Psychologists will try to tell you that what you are feeling is not hate. They want to call it something else. But that is pure and simple bull manure. You do hate your kids so you can just start to deal with it. It is only natural. Mothers that say that they only love there children are just lying through there teeth.<br /><br />Children carry our hopes and dreams and they don’t deliver, and should not need to deliver our dreams. They don't share our hopes and dreams because they are not us and never will be. We tend to forget this . They live in a different age. We give them every ting they have but it's still not enough. Communication is hard to learn. Communication is based on experience and we all have different experiences. This is why we do not understand each other. When our communication clash we get hurt and when we get hurt we hate.<br /><br />No, hate is not a strong word. Hate is the opposite to love and without hate you are unable to love and vies verse. A lot of children have heard there parents say: <em>You are the meaning of my life</em>. I see this statement as child abuse. How can you say a thing like this? Do you want to teach your children that they are only important for breeding purposes? All people have a life and a value of there own both children parents. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>I try to give my children a taste of experiences that I love. These are not always appreciated. Sometimes I have to fight to give them what they don't want. I fight when I know that what I want to give them has a value for life. And I can tell you that it is not always appreciated. But I also listen to what my children have to say because sometimes I can learn from them. Life with children is a struggle and you do get very tired. When you get exhausted you hurt easily and these two components make you hate. It is allowed to feel it but you must not act on it, just acknowledge it and you are allowed to express these feelings. How else could children learn about feelings.</div><div></div><div> </div><div>Don't misinterpret me. I do love my children but sometimes I hate them just like they hate me. The love, however will always win as long as honesty comes first. Honesty is something I can not live without. I could never accept living a lie. I want a life of my own and so should my children. My job is to give them a platform to stand on. When they are ready to fly out of the nest I want them to fly of with confidence and insight. The world will be theirs and they must be able to find their own lives in confidence that I can manage on my own and they know that where ever I am in the world they will always be welcome.</div>Multicultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392876268900085800.post-90934389708293491562009-12-19T22:46:00.001+01:002009-12-22T15:14:37.989+01:00Christmas is creeping closer by the minute!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGHjsd_DhNYxd2TZ-u3giZqh-J_i4PE40ogQfXbjHjB1j0oFRbZON4tHTNiqHQ_T1vU8YFBdIDfP7gv8tpiNTNshSJ9aLGqzdY74nDHeGMS8RsfoqWEv8s0gJ_vqMZxZzLPy-4X8QwYN02/s1600-h/DSC01202.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418063732260457186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGHjsd_DhNYxd2TZ-u3giZqh-J_i4PE40ogQfXbjHjB1j0oFRbZON4tHTNiqHQ_T1vU8YFBdIDfP7gv8tpiNTNshSJ9aLGqzdY74nDHeGMS8RsfoqWEv8s0gJ_vqMZxZzLPy-4X8QwYN02/s200/DSC01202.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Christmas has developed to a very creepy thing in my opinion.<br />It’s considered mandatory to run around with a fake smile and wish Merry Christmas left right and centre while you are wasting a lot of money on unnecessary things. It is tradition to eat body parts from animals that have lived there lives like hell on earth and then been murdered for money. Where is the good and merry in all this? The environmental agreement went to hell because we in the rich world could not afford it!!!!<br /><br />No, you see we must spend our money on bread machines, soda streamer, electric blankets, hairdryers and bright flashing vulgar Christmas decorations which all consumes power, so that we can add a little bit more to the greenhouse effect. The point is that Christmas has out played its role and become far too commercial. The awful truth is that we do not care about other people. Our motto is: I'm in the boat Jack Push of<br /><br />Where is the love that Jesus is supposed to bring to us? Religious people say that it is because we don’t use the love we were given. But I can’t see that religious people give a lot of love, in fact I see quite the opposite. In the US the religious right wing do not want a health insurance for everyone and they spell it right out by saying: Why should I pay fore somebody else. I can not se anything Jesus like in that statement.<br /><br />I think Jesus is doing summersaults in his grave, yes grave. It is obvious that he is dead. Our only hope is that we can come together and bury our hatchet. I don’t think religion is the key problem I think it is politics.<br /><br />Let this Christmas be a time to think about your life and others. What is really valuable for you? Once you've got your insight you can start changing</div>Multicultural Gittiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575417384574898586noreply@blogger.com0