April 20, 2009

Today is the Rain for the Crops

Posted in Uncategorized at 10:27 pm by changisme

We call this day the Rain for the Crop, but more appropriately, it should be Rain for the Flowers. Many sayings associate today with flowers, but most of all, it is the Story.
A long long time ago, there was a hard working and kind man, taking care of his ailing mother and working on his field. One spring, the river flooded, swallowing the sprouting crops in their baby green, as well as the budding flowers on the meadow. The man saw a beautiful pink rose torn from a gardener’s plot and spinning away. He was over come by its beauty and jumped into the water, saving the rose and returned it to the gardener.
 
The next spring, when planting was very busy, and the man found it very difficult to work on his field and care for his mother simultaneously, a young maid came to his village, and took care of his mother for him while he concentrated on his crops. Day after day, the man grew to love the young maid and asked for her hand in marriage. The maid told him that she is in fact the spirit of the rose he saved and she will return the next spring to marry him.
 
A year passed with much longing and hope. Came the next spring with a greedy eagle asking for the blood of the rose spirit, in order to complete his potion. The rose spirit saw in his eyes lust and evilness, so she refused. The greedy eagle was angry, and took her prisoner. The man waiting for his love found out about this, and rushed to the eagle’s cave. A great deal of struggling in feather and flesh later, the man lost his battle as well as his life.
 
On this day, the rose spirit bathed in tears  and the sky cried with her. All the man’s crops thrived. Each year on this day, the sky cries its Rain for the Crops.

April 18, 2009

What to wish now?

Posted in Uncategorized at 3:53 pm by changisme

I don’t usually get the sentiment of loss of innocence, because I don’t feel that children as we were had less worldly troubles than we do as adults. Adulthood here obviously refers to the part I have so far experienced. Somehow, just now I felt a longing, a longing to go back to the muddy child I once were. It probably is music induced, nonetheless, it was there.

The kinds of trouble I had as a child would always be so clear and sharp. A letter to the parents about unfinished homework, a bully I just wished to kill with the biggest TNT tank, a fear that my dear father would not live with me for ever and ever. They made it so easy to wish for something, though sometimes there was no way to grasp that wish in my childish hands, unless I could really get hold of TNT.

Troubles these days come in dull tinkerings. They are like currents of underground lava. It might be that I’m just stoic, but I think the real reason is I am so aware that there is no simple answers to these reservoirs. The destitute of either a heaven or hell for them leaves them churning. What can I wish now? I can only wish for vague things, empty things.

Or is it that I am now afraid to wish? Someone once told me that my lack of faith is my lack of expectation and disappointment and that my starved relationship with God was because I was afraid to ask.

It could also be that I’m just so incapable of explosion. If there is going to be lava, it probably would be healthier if I can errupt once in awhile. Being someone with a very strong will but very little temper, I wish I could fire up a little more. It’s not even that I don’t like chaos. I like going traveling to extremely unfamiliar places just to seek chaos. I’m probably afraid of chaos that I can’t get out very easily eh?

Aye… but yeah, I wish… something, let’s find something to wish for.