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Stop the Madness!

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The recent violence against Asians simply needs to stop!

I am outraged and saddened that one man’s words have rippled into hatred against a large part of the American population. My beloved San Francisco, once a beacon for tolerance and neighborly love, is now a hot bed for attacks against often defenseless elders. By calling Covid the “Kung Flu” or “China Plague”, an entire part of the country is now demonized and vilified and it is completely unacceptable.

Asia has always been a big part of my life. My fascination started with Shogun, the 70s series based on the book by James Clavell. My mother later took me on a trip to Thailand where I fell in love for the first time with a gorgeous Thai. In 1993, I started making yearly business trips to Japan, Korea, China, Taiwan, Hong Kong, Macau, Thailand, Malaysia and Singapore and a love for the East was born which changed everything from food preferences, medical practices, music, self-care and religion. Yes, I am a proud Buddhist, although I do not consider it a religion, but rather a philosophy.

I chose to honor Asians with a collection of these beautiful people from all over Asia and some American Asians from San Francisco:

Bu-Bye 2020!

A New Life Begins

After hellish months of packing and preparing, I enjoyed one of the easiest trips ever from San Francisco International Airport to Copenhagen on SAS. Strangely enough, there was absolutely no problems going through customs equipped with a few souvenirs of California in the shape of tinctures, gummibears, marzipan/chocolate bites and one cat, nor any Covid check points.

Wednesday was a huge moment, as I got to experience Covid Testing Danish Style. A gigantic soccer stadium has been commandeered as test center and long lines in the pouring rain and wind did not make it a particularly warm or fuzzy experience, but what a feeling! I still remembered my old social security number which was all I needed to provide and not a dollar or a krone. Test results appear 20 minutes later on the cell phone and VOILA.

Vaccines have started appearing and first in line are front-line workers and old folks – as it should be. I will be the last group in line, but suspect it is a matter of a month or two. After 9 months of almost constant lockdown, and this miserable weather, I am pretty sure to be able to stay out of bars and restaurants! Besides, they are all closed.

Let me start this year by wishing you all a much Happier 2021/Year of the Ox!!! I will be sharing lots of photos from Scandinavia from now on – stay tuned!

Moral Dilemma!

I have always tried to limit my use of Lightroom/Photoshop to turn my raw files into what I saw with my eyes.  Sure, I will remove distractions and perhaps add a very discreet vignette to keep the eyes within the frame.  But should I worry more about making images pop and create attention?  Everybody else seems to be doing it with pride and is not adding physical polarizers and other filters really the same thing?  Did Ansel Adams not dodge and burn?  I am conflicted, but suspect I will eventually get over it and fall into the action/overlay/filter trap and maybe even love it!

Here are some examples of photos that do not quite reflect reality – what do you think?

I want to call this post “Why the Anger”, but it is not a sufficient expression for the emotions, hurt, despair, need for hope and all the other feelings that are having a very unpleasant “party” in my heart, head and soul right now.

Like everybody else, I hear the names of places that get attacked by hatred; the Twin Towers, Oklahoma City, Norway, Paris, Istanbul, Miami, Baghdad, Brusells, San Bernadino, Kabul, Jerusalem, Dublin, Ankara, Moscow, Thailand, Libya, Syria, Tunisia, China, Bangladesh, Afghanistan, London – places we have never heard of and/or places we love dearly.

And now Nice…. Un quatorze juillet.

This year, I have personally been so emotionally affected by the places that mean something extra special to me, but there are people in places I cannot even place on the map who are crying and feeling hopeless and helpless just like me right now.

The rational me can fully understand anger, jealousy, fear of the unknown, social injustice, desperation, lack of education, lack of communication.  The caveman (and of course I include the cavewoman) has evolved so very little in spite of their gadgets, but I had hoped that history would have taught us that war, brutality and hatred have never solved a conflict or embellished our world.

Neither has passivity.  Not reading the news because it will ruin my day will probably make me feel a bit less pain, and so I have gained 10 minutes of living in a bubble.  My world will still be as ugly as before when I open my eyes again.

I am a Buddhist and I do not say that proudly, as if that would somehow make me a better person.  Nor am I “die-hard-Buddhist” who feels the need to observe rituals that make no sense to me.  If a two-year old were to ask me what it is to be a Buddhist to me, I think my answer would be “I want to create ripples”.  It is the only thing that is in my power and the only thing with which I can affect the world.  My ripples would be love, a smile, a helping hand, a shoulder to lean on, absence of violence, an open heart to listen to the person on the other side of the room.  We all have that power regardless of our background or religion.  To choose a positive or a negative ripple to send through the Universe.  Not just on Christmas, Ramadan, Chinese New Year, but every day, every moment.   So when I hear that people say that  there is nothing we can do, forgive me for stating that you are wrong and just start sending out a little baby ripple in your own backyard and see where it takes you.  I guarantee no overnight miracles, but have to believe in positive ripples over retaliation or my life has no purpose.  And as far as I am concerned, we only have this life, this planet and each other, so let’s cherish it all with respect – and together.

There you have it.  No photo to become the next Ansel Adams, no brilliant philosophy.  Just my two cents in an ugly world, but that still makes me hope that Louis Armstrong was right.  Namaste.

 

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