2017 favorites: lost and found friends

2017 Favorites

I decide to use these three pictures to depict 2017 presentation of a phase in my traveling life. I would call it a year about friends. Old, kind and gentle friends. Old does not mean chronologically aged. It means something familiar and one has already accustomed to. I suppose I have been re-kindled in someway by an extended autumn-winter stay with a long separated family, being re-climatized and inspired to walk long walks and write lots of short haikus in their land. I have also visited my long abandoned birth place in another extreme land’s end and written a story about a love that could have been but had never really materialized. Then I was brought to a place high up a mountain range covered by snow and yet has this beautiful lake which has gently displayed its beauty and given many a perfect placement in friendship, for some it is a beginning, for some a progressing in the continuum, and for some a final maturing. I am thankful that we are friends, whatever stages we are at. These pictures are etched in only the momentary memory at the point of a contact. Will I ever forget when I grow chronologically old? Will anyone who really loves their friends?

Friends are to rejoice and celebrate together. Here are two stories about what friends are for. I recently had an interesting experience. During a house renovation I found that I had lost two items, an old laptop PC which I use to store old family photos and an old but hardly used vacuum cleaner’s accessories. They were not of any present day monetary value. However I was disturbed by the idea that an illegitimate loss might have happened in my territory, and I became restless and sleepless that night. After spending hours fine combing the house I sat down and prayed that the items reveal themselves and be returned if taken by persons without asking for my permission. I heard in my heart that I should bless and not feel upset. So I obeyed. After the renovation was finally completed I went to the same back store and saw the vacuum cleaner accessories nicely kept in one paper box on the shelf. When I went into a back room I saw the laptop miraculously appeared, clean and in tact complete with its docking system on a shelf. When I look back now I begin to understand how much it had meant to the shepherd and the woman in the following two stories to see their losses reversed. So, I too call my friends to rejoice with me!

The two parables below were told by Jesus about the true value of life. What it means to be lost and found, both to the owner and to the valued friend, both the lost and found one and also the one who rejoices together with the owner.
Luke 15: 4 “What man of you, having a hundred sheep, if he loses one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness, and go after the one which is lost until he finds it? 5 And when he has found it, he lays it on his shoulders, rejoicing. 6 And when he comes home, he calls together his friends and neighbors, saying to them, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep which was lost!’ 7 I say to you that likewise there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine just persons who need no repentance.
8 “Or what woman, having ten silver coins, if she loses one coin, does not light a lamp, sweep the house, and search carefully until she finds it? 9 And when she has found it, she calls her friends and neighbors together, saying, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found the piece which I lost!’ 10 Likewise, I say to you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.”

Become rounded in jazz reminiscence

Become Rounded at a jazz restaurant. rounded at club3333 blue room Some years ago I casually became accustomed to jazz recordings performed by several female artists whose albums happened to be available in a tiny sleepy town. It started one day when someone real close got hold of one lone jazz album, Cool Edinburgh jazz vocalist Niki King’s Azure. After listening to her lithe and soulful voice, I decided to ransack a rather rare music store hidden in a cool back lane that sold only high fidelity expensive recordings to audiophiles. I managed to get a few jazz albums which I treated like rare gems in those days. I got to listen to Norah Jones’ Feels like Home. My friend and I then listened to Diana Krall’s The Look of Love…No, we did not have high-end audio playback system. But we really enjoyed listening despite our humbler audio player.

I never thought much of the meanings of the lyrics and did not bother to look them up. Neither did my friend bother. To round up today’s reminiscence of those jazzy and somewhat crazy days, I dig these out from the internet source. Well, here are some lyrics that seem well rounded and well presented of the lazy, lean, cool and casual mood and tone of those days.

Drifting, dreaming
In an azure mood
Stardust gleaming
Through my solitude

Here in my seclusion
You’re a blue illusion
While I’m in this azure interlude
I’m not wanted
I’m so all alone

(Ella Fitzgerald – Azure Lyrics)

Sunrise
Looks like morning in your eyes
But the clocks held 9: 15 for hours
Sunrise Sunrise
Couldn’t tempt us if it tried

Cuz the afternoon’s already come and gone
And I said

oooo, oooo, oooo
To you
Surprise
Surprise
Couldn’t find it in your eyes
But I’m sure it’s written all over my face

(Norah Jones – Sunrise Lyrics)

What am I to you
Tell me darling true,
To me you are the sea
Vast as you can be
and deep the shade of blue

When you’re feeling low
Oh to whom else do you do
see I cry if you hurt
I’d give you my last shirt
because I love you so

(Norah Jones – What Am I To You? Lyrics)

The look of love
Is in your eyes.
A look your smile
Can’t disguise.
The look of love,
It’s saying so much more than
just words could ever say.
And what my heart has heard,
Well, it takes my breath away.

(Diana Krall – The Look Of Love Lyrics)

The sky may be starless,
The night may be moonless,
But deep in my heart,
there’s a glow,
for deep in my heart,
I know that you love me.
You love me, because you told me so.

Love letters straight from your heart,
Keep us so near while we’re apart.
I’m not alone in the night,
When I can have all the love you write.

(Diana Krall – Love Letters Lyrics)

promise you won’t forget about me, ever. Not even when I’m a hundred.

friendI wanna grow old with you. When I am a hundred and you are ninety-nine, my Friend.  
I use a tree and a rock to depict the kind of friendship we need. both can live to over a century.
Here is a touching passage from a classic children’s book about friendship. It can better describe what being good friends are than I can.
“Then, suddenly again, Christopher Robin, who was still looking at the world, with his chin in his hand, called out “Pooh!” “Yes?” said Pooh. “When I’m–when–Pooh!” “Yes, Christopher Robin?” “I’m not going to do Nothing any more.” “Never again?” “Well, not so much. They don’t let you.” Pooh waited for him to go on, but he was silent again. “Yes, Christopher Robin?” said Pooh helpfully. “Pooh, when I’m–you know–when I’m not doing Nothing, will you come up here sometimes?” “Just me?” “Yes, Pooh.” “Will you be here too?” “Yes Pooh, I will be really. I promise I will be Pooh.” “That’s good,” said Pooh. “Pooh, promise you won’t forget about me, ever. Not even when I’m a hundred.” Pooh thought for a little. “How old shall I be then?” “Ninety-nine.” Pooh nodded. “I promise,” he said. Still with his eyes on the world Christopher Robin put out a hand and felt Pooh’s paw. “Pooh,” said Christopher Robin earnestly, “if I–if I’m not quite–” he stopped and tried again– “Pooh, whatever happens, you will understand, won’t you?” “Understand what?” “Oh, nothing.” He laughed and jumped to his feet. “Come on!” “Where?” said Pooh. “Anywhere.” said Christopher Robin.

So, they went off together. But wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the Forest, a little boy and his Bear will always be playing.”
― A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner